The Stories We Tell

CHAPTER 5

Erin's POV-

I got home thinking about what I was going to do about the whole tutoring thing. I thought about serveral things I could do... Ask someone else to do it for me. ( I mean any girl would glady do so.)..Never go back to school.. Transfer to another school.. Never show up for the tutoring.... Run away from home.

I sigh knowing that there was no hope for me. I got into my room to put down my books and bag and went back downstairs. My mother wasn't here. I'm really starting to get enough of this. I went to the fridge and for the first time in forever I saw some left over food. I was so happy. I love eating food so I thank my fast matabolism for having my back.

The day went by really fast. Now, I was sat in the library waiting for Liam, who is obviously not planning to come. 

Just as I'd predicted, he was late. And not just late, he was an hour late. I am upset. I watched as he walked into the library. I glared as he sat down on the chair in front of me. 

"I'm sorry I--" he started but I cut him off.

"This tuotring thing, you need to find someone who's actually going to put up with this, because I sure ass hell am not going to."

"I-" he started again, but I cut him off, again.

"No, I really don't want to hear it, so save it for someone who actually cares." I said. 

I didn't know why I allowed myself to become this upset, but I was. He made me sit here waiting for him for a whole hour. Was he even planning to come? That's really f****d up. I didn't even know why I spent my time waiting for someone who I knew had a track record of never doing anything right.

 I got up off my seat, grabbed my thing and headed to the door. I wasted my time on a fool and that time was enough. I wasn't going to waste any more. The toturing hours was practically over anyway, so I decided to leave I left before he could say anything. Maybe I was upset at him for more than just being late, but nonetheless, I was still upset at him fot that.

I didn't want to bring personal issues into tutoring, but everytime I looked at his face, I was reminded of things I didn't want to be reminded of and It made me sick.