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The Eclectic Pen - *untitled* chapter 4

By: Colette B.   + 6 more  
Date Submitted: 6/6/2009
Last Updated: 6/9/2009
Genre: Teen & Young Adult
Words: 911


I only agreed to tutor Marcus because Principal Tory has connections at some colleges and he said that he would ‘pull some strings’ to get me a scholarship. I’m at NEE on a scholarship and I have to work to keep good grades. So I don’t have a lot of friends because most of the people here are rich kids whose goals in life are to live with their parents. I know, very ambitious.
So I’m supposed to talk to Principal Tory once a week with Marcus and once a week without, and tutor Marcus once during study hall and once after school. Mr. Tory told me he was “a bit of a trouble maker, but a good kid at heart.” And when I asked if I was supposed to make him less of a trouble maker or less stupid he just sighed and shook his head. After a while he said,
“Violet… I know you don’t have very many friends here, which is part of why I picked you to tutor Marcus. He’s a wonderful boy Violet. I know his parents and… he has some… issues at home. His dad was a good friend of mine, he’s the reason Marcus was able to come here in the first place. Just, be nice to him. Alright?”
“Do you want me to tutor him or date him?” I said. He answered with another sigh. “Okay, I’ll be nice. But I’m not going to be his physiatrist.”
“Thank you.”


So after school, I go to the library to wait for Marcus. He’s supposed to meet me at 3:30. It’s almost four. Okay, if he’s not here by four I’ll leave. I watch the clock. 3:58 and he’s still not here. I gather my books and stand to leave.
“Hey, where you going?” I spin around. He’s standing behind me. He has this cocky grin on his face, hands in his pockets, slouching against a book shelf.
“You’re a half an hour late.” I tell him. He shrugs off the book shelf and saunters toward me. I just glare. He doesn’t stop till he’s like an inch in front of me. He stops grinning and gives me a hurt puppy look. I just continue glaring. He has green eyes. I read once that only 1%-2% of people have green eyes. He’s really tan and has dark brown hair. He’s muscled but not in the gross way like a lot of guys at this school. He’s tall, but then, everyone’s tall next to me. The top of my head comes up to his shoulder, maybe.
“I had stuff to do.” He says.
“So did I,” I tell him, “But I had to wait here for you.” He raises his eye brows at me and gives me a look that would make most girls throw themselves at him and beg for forgiveness. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“What am I supposed to say?” he says eventually.
“That you’re sorry and it will never happen again.” I tell him evenly. He scrunches up his face and doesn’t look at me.
“I’m not good with apologies…” he mumbles. I turn to leave. “Where are you going?” he asks. I say “Home.” over my shoulder. He grabs my arm and I turn around and glare. He doesn’t let go.
“Sorry.” he manages to cough out.
“Fine.” I tell him, turning to walk away.
“Hey come on I said I was sorry.” he says following me, “Veronica come on where you going.”
“My name is Violet.” I growl at him. “And I’m starving because it’s nearly 5 and I haven’t eaten all day.” I turn to leave.
“Violet, yeah I knew that.” he says following me. “Okay, so we’ll go eat somewhere and then we can study.” he grabs the duffel bag off my shoulder and puts it on his.
“No-” I start, but he puts a hand over my mouth and says, “Yes.” he stares at my eyes his hand still over my mouth and I just stare up at him. He slowly pulls his hand away. “Okay. It’s settled, where do you wana eat?” he asks.
“Home.” I mumble crossing my arms over my chest and sticking my bottom lip out.
“Come on Violet be nice. I’m trying to be nice.” he says, “Can’t you try to be nice too?”
“I am nice. And I’m hungry. And I don’t want to eat with you.” I tell him rudely, but I don’t care, I just want to go home so I can cry.
“Why not?” Marcus asks, actually looking hurt.
“Because I don’t want to.” I say my voice wobbling with tears, “Please just give me my bag so I can go.” I say. Marcus’ face softens as he looks down at me and I can tell he feels sorry for me. I turn to run away I’ll just get my stuff tomorrow. Marcus puts his hand on my arm and says, really gently,
“It’s okay. You don’t have to leave.” I look up at him over my shoulder and he’s just looking at me with the kindest look I’ve ever seen, a look I didn’t think I could ever see on someone like Marcus’ face. That’s what makes me loose the hold I had on my self control. I pull away and run out the door.Crying so hard I can’t see a thing. I fall onto the hard pavement and curl up into a ball. Waiting for something that will never come.

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Colette B. - 6/6/2009 5:27 PM ET
Tell me what you think!
Shelby - 6/8/2009 9:27 AM ET
I really like these. I like how you switch perspectives. Looking forward to the next one...
katzpawz - 6/11/2009 4:25 AM ET
Please keep this going - I can hardly wait to read what is next!
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