Heal Me

Chapter 7

She continually looks at him as I can physically feel myself getting nauseous. Of course she'll have her eye on every handsome guy that comes her way.

I can hear them whispering and honestly, their entire conversation makes me want to scream. 

"Do you think I should go talk to him?"

"Yeah! Girl, just go!" 

"Yeah, he'll totally like you."  She giggles into her hands, looking back to Dennis who notices this and makes eye contact as well. She smiles at him, and to my surprise and grief, he gives a small smile back. 

"Okay, I'm going to do it." 

She walks over to him and sits down next to him. I can't hear their conversation but I know that he doesn't find it unpleasant like he should. Then I realize what I'm doing. I've got to stop this nonsense. Clearly he doesn't have interest towards girls like me so why am I surprised that he had interest towards a pretty b***h like Tyffiny? 

I decide to focus on the homework I didn't complete since yesterday. Hopefully, Mr. Goldenburg doesn't come early today. And with my luck, he comes strolling through the door, plaid in a shirt with a tie and black suit pants. 

He sets his coffee on his desk and motions for the class to settle down. 

"Hello Everyone! Good morning! So as a lot of you know, the schedule has changed for this week. So today, we will be having a study period, which means that all of you can go anywhere from the Library to the student lounge to study on notes for the exam this Friday. However, our new student Dennis doesn't know his way around the school so I'm going to pick someone randomly to be given the task to help him." 

I look back at Dennis and I can see Tyffiny placing her hand on his arm and giggling while he continues to smile. Is he... blushing? Alright, I'm done. If they're already a couple then Mr. Goldenberg should just pick her to be the person to show him around. 

At least that would mean that Tyffiny would be too busy and lovestruck to bully me. 

He looks through his pack, taking out a jar off cut up paper with each of our names. Mr. Goldenberg has had this jar since freshman year. He always uses it to pick students. He sticks his hand into the jar but I don't pay attention. 

I continue scribbling on the homework, not wanting my A to get back down to B. If it does, Dad will be mad and I don't know what he'll do. 

"Okay, here we go. The person who will be showing him around will be... Emily Jolins." I hear a whole bunch of gasps as I slowly pick my head from my desk. There's no way in all hell back to heaven, in the entire universe that I was picked for...

"What?" I can hear Tyffiny's steamy voice from the side of the classroom. There's no way...

"I said Emily, Tyffiny."

"No, let me show him around. I'd be happy to do it." Tyffiny asks, wrapping her arm around his. I'm bewildered as I stare at them. Dennis looks at me with a frown which makes me flinch.

"That's not how this works Tyffiny. Fairs fair. Emily will be Dennis's guide if he needs to find anything." 

"But-"

"No buts Tyffiny, butts are for sitting." And with that, he sits at his desk.

"Everyone's excused. You may place your homework in the work bucket." I swallow dryly. I can feel Tyffiny's glare on my back like knives. I want to disappear as I hear angry footsteps come towards me. I want to hold my breath but I can feel everyone's eyes on me. It's different, it actually makes me feel embarrassed to a whole new level. 

My cheeks heat up as Tyffiny steps in front of me with a predatory look on her face. 

"Go tell Mr. GoldenBerg that you'd like me to show Dennis around, not you." 

"You know he'll just say the same thing." I mumble. I can feel her anger poor from her body as she opens her mouth, but she closes it after Dennis puts a hand on her shoulder.

"We'll just talk at lunch okay?" His voice is smooth as butter and its almost if his hair gets glossier and darker every time he comes closer. Tyffiny pouts at him and then she smiles. 

"Okay, we'll talk more later." She gives me one more warning look before she walks out of the classroom with the rest of her squad, Brian still on his phone.  I wonder if he'll ever notice that Tyffiny dumped him and has moved on to another guy already. Probably not. 

"Hey, are we going or what?" I jump out of my thoughts as I gradually look up at him. Oh god, I want to die. I know my mouth will probably screw up things more for me, but for the moment, I can't even seem to form coherent words. That's a first. He looks kind of impatient. I get up as my cheeks heat up an unordinary amount. Well, this is an unordinary situation. 

"Where are we going first?" He sighs as he pockets his hands. I have no idea where we'd even go, but I try to make up something off the top of my head.

"We can go to the place where they paint." I blurt. He looks at me with a muddled expression. 

"You mean the art room?" 

"Yeah... yeah that one." I give myself a mental facepalm as we walk out the door, him in front of me. He stops in the middle of the hall and turns around. 

"Aren't you the one that's supposed to be leading the way?"

"Right." I walk faster until I'm almost in front of him. Why me? Why me of all people? I feel like an actual donkey ass but whatever. I dryly swallow as I walk into the stairwell where a few students where hanging out. They look confusingly at us, the school reject with the most hottest guy they've seen. I feel so out of place but fortunately, I make it to the art class without doing anything else too embarrassing. 

I turn back towards him, staring awkwardly at his collar. 

"Its a... door." He snorts. Okay, that was unnecessary. What does he want me to do, walk him into the classroom and show him each paintbrush, bristle by bristle? 

"I ... can't walk into there. I'm just trying to show you where the classes are." 

"Fine, can we just go to the next place so we can get this finished as fast as possible?" Okay, all the magic that was blinding me before had cleared up to divulge the straight asshole this guy is. He's like everyone else, it doesn't matter how handsome he is. 

Why is everyone in this world such assholes?