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Rated: 18+ · Book · Romance/Love · #1202958
a collision of different personalities in the sweetest way possible
#481526 added January 15, 2007 at 1:38pm
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chapter 4
She sat in the lunchroom with her friends, reading her book at usual.  She never ate the lunch at school, it was just disgusting.
         “What’s up sexy?” A deep voice murmured in her ear, she turned to find Damon, the guy she used to have a crush on.  He was tall, 6 ft, husky, silky black hair and small Chinese looking eyes.  She liked his eyes; it was a greenish yellow, kind of like the way the leaves of a tree is when it’s spring.  John had a nice lip, medium pink, slightly full and seductive.
         “Hey” she said shyly
         “I heard you was tutoring Raoul, I didn’t know you tutor”
         “I don’t, Mr. Burg is giving me a grade for tutoring Raoul”
         “Oh, well I’ll pay you to tutor me”
         “No, I’ve never really tutored anyone before”
         “I’ll pay you” he smiled, sometimes she thought he practiced that in the mirror, Damon was one of those guys who knew they were cute and used it.
         “I don’t need the money”
         “Extra money is always good…”
         “What do you need tutoring in?”
         “Math, I hate that class” She was okay at math, but she wasn’t an expert
         “When do you want to be tutored?" she eyed him warily
         "Maybe Lunch, I have football practice after school" he said sheepishly
         "Are you planning on buying my lunch?"
         "You never ear lunch"
         "Well maybe I'd want like a drink, any ways; you want me to tutor you here?" She looked around.
         "I was thinking the library" it was so loud around every corner of the room, there were people talking and yelling, others were actually running around. 
         "Fine, so how much you paying me?"
         "Five?"
         "For a week?" she asked incredulous
         "Noh, a day, every time you teach me that is"
         "Directly?"
         "Yeah"
         "Okay" she loved making easy money

After lunch she went to art class with her friends.  She really didn't like art; she wasn't any good at it.  When she entered the class she was surprised to find the guy that never came to the class, Raoul.
         "Hey, what you doing here?" he asked
         "I could ask you the same thing" she raised a brow at him
         "This is my class"
         "Mine too" she put her bags down
         "I ain't never seen you before"
         "That cause you actually have to come to class"
         "I have an A"
         "How?"
         "He comes last period" her friend Jenna answered
         "How do you know?"
         "I come last period too"
         "Yeah, and he drew this pic of me, it was so cool" Ella said
         "Yea and it looked exactly like her too"
         "I didn't know you can draw?" She turned to him
         "I have a lot of talent in different areas, get to know me to find them out" he winked at her as he walked off
         "He is so hot" Ella fanned herself
         "I would do him in a minute, oh my God!" Jenna added
         "He'd let you too" Riah murmured
         "He go with that skank"
         "Sherma? They broke up and apparently they were never going out to begin with" she looked at her friends
         "How do you know all this" Ella asked her
         "He told me, today"
         "I didn't even think he knew you" ouch, somebody should really tell Jenna what to say and not say
         "I tutor him, he's failing French" she rolled her eyes
         "How can you fail French?" Jenna asked
         "Why don't you ask him?" Riah retorted
         "He's stupid, when you got a pretty boy that plays football, you know he stupid" Jenna said and they laughed
         "That's mean" Riah said in between laughs
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