Bringing back Rain

"Go home girl." My smile vanished when he mentioned home. No way was I going back there. He narrowed his eyes in frustration.
"If your a prostitute, I'm not interested." Now I was offended.
"I'm not a prostitute you asshole!" My jeans weren't even that tight.

A girl trying to survive the hell that is her life and a boy who could make everything better... or way worse.


4. F O U R | Sure thing, babydoll

Never trust teachers. 
You'd think I had learned that already but apparently I was to stupid to function. 
After sports I had maths and really wasn't looking forward to it. It's actually pretty easy if you pay attention but the teacher is one of those people who wants to befriend her students and cares about everyone. How can you care about the wellbeing of teenagers if you choose a job that is basically legal torture? 
Anyway apparently there had been a class test a while back that she was now handing out. I got an A but getting good grades isn't really a priority for me. 
The rest of the lesson was spent talking about the test all over again as if anyone would actually want to learn from their mistakes. I was ready to flee when I heard the teacher talk to me. 
"Rain, could you please stay here for a minute?" I could feel the stares of my classmates behind me. They probably thought I was failing the class or something but since I'd gotten an A I was pretty confused. Sighing I picked up my bag and went to the teachers desk instead of the craved exit. 
"Rain, I'm afraid to tell you that you're presence in class is basically nonexistent."
No shit, sherlock. 
"I'm telling you this because you're one of the best students. Your smart, I know you are but if you don't pull yourself together your grade will be greatly diminished because of your lack of participation."
I just shrugged. 
"I have an offer for you. You could tutor some students in your grade and maybe even a few above you. That'll make up for you're poor participation. The school would even pay you. How's that sound?" 
Awful, actually, but the money part was interesting. 
"How much?" My voice was raspy and deep from not speaking and I had to clear my throght. 
"20 dollars per hour and the student you're tutoring has to pay 5 dollars as well. But this isn't supposed to be about money but about getting your grades up."
I quickly calculated and came to the conclusion that while this wasn't perfect it was way better than nothing. 
"Fine. I'll do it. When do I start?" She practically beamed from excitement.
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After school I waited patiently before the staff room to meet the poor kid I would be forced to hang out with, After a few minutes someone else walked up next to me and I had to repress the urge to run. He couldn’t be here for tutoring… could he? The bad feeling in my gut intensified when the teacher finally walked out, saw us and smiled. 
"Great. You’re both here!" The boy looked at me, surprise written across his features. Yeah, that’s right, I’m smart. Well, kinda.
"Rain, you’re going to help Nathan pass math and that’ll make up for your lack of participation. You two can decide when you want to meet but I advise you to actually do it."
I took a deep breath and looked at Nathan who just smirked at me. 
"I’m sorry, but I don’t think this’ll work. I’m not really comfortable with teaching someone my own age." Or anyone else for that matter but she didn’t need to know that. But before the teacher could reply Nathan spoke. 
"Technically, I’m older than you, cupcake." My mouth dropped open. 
"Do not call me cupcake!" "Sure thing, babydoll." he said, winking. I was surprised I wasn’t breathing fire yet.  
"Rain, just give it a try. I'm sure you'll handle it. And if he can't stop bothering you just come to me and we'll figure something out. Nathan, may I remind you that you need to raise your marks to pass." Ugh, how is this happening? Am I really being forced to tutor a guy that stands around alleys at night with a gun in his back pocket and calls strangers cupcake and or babydoll? Not only will I have to be in the same room as this guy, but I'll have to talk to him as well. The teacher looked pretty pleased with herself and walked back into the staff room after reminding us to actually set a time and place. Nathan still wore that annoying smirk. Asshole. I turned to leave but I hadn't even made five steps when I heard footsteps casually catching up to me. I didn't have to look to know who it was. 
"What do you want?" 
"Why so rude, cupcake?" I sighed and continued walking. 
"What happened to you?" O God, why did he have to be concerned now? He certainly hadn't been yesterday. 
"Bullshit." He clearly wasn't going to let this go. I shuddered imagining how he would react if he saw the rest of me. He'd probably be disgusted. 
"I… fell, it's really not a big deal." I lied. His furrowed brows and annoyed look told me that he didn't believe me in the slightest. Why didn't I try harder to hide my bruising and wounds. Because you didn't think someone would actually pay attention to you, that's why, was the answer I gave myself. 
"Just let it go, okay?" I prayed that he would listen. 
"We'll go to your house tomorrow after school." I was so relieved that he had actually changed the topic that it took me a second to actually realize what he was saying. 
"Why not your house?" I had no desire whatsoever to visit that guy's home, but there was no way in hell he was entering even a foot through the door. 
"We can't go there." Now it was my turn to be curious.
"Why not?" 
"So curious to see my bedroom?" I felt my cheeks blush. BLUSH. I never blushed. 
"In year dreams, asshole." Nathan just chuckled.
"The library then." 
"What's wrong with your place?" 
"Why can't we go there then?"
"It's just… it's getting renovated at the moment. Lot's of noise and stuff." Wow, my excuses really were perfect lately.
"You're a terrible liar."
"I'll see you at the library."
I could see that he wasn't happy about that but he didn't argue back. By now we had reached the parking lot and I began to walk away from him. 
"Need a ride?" He was leaning against a black motorcycle. 
"No thanks," The last thing I needed was for him to know where I lived. And obviously, riding on a motorcycle with him would be horrible as well. Obviously. 
"Stay out of trouble cupcake," was the last thing he said before starting his bike and driving off. 

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The next day went by way to fast until, finally, the moment I had been dreading the entire day was here. I walked into the library in what could easily be described as slow-motion and slumped into a chair in a corner. Now that I was here I wanted to get it over with but Nathan didn't show up. After about fifteen minutes I was debating to just leave. In that moment Nathan walked in. He looked around with a bored expression on his face. When he spotted me sitting in the corner he smirked and headed over to me. 
"Miss me, cupcake?"
"Stop. Calling. Me. Cupcake," I growled but that only intensified his smirk. He sat down next to me and I noticed for the first time that his knuckles were split open and looked like he had gotten into a fight merely minutes ago. 
"What happened?" I asked, more out of curiosity than concern. A guy like him could handle a fight and by the looks of it he had been the one doing the fighting. 
"I'd like to ask you the same damn question cupcake," he said, looking at my still bruised face. His grin was completely gone now. I had tried a bit harder to conceal it today but clearly it hadn't worked. 
"I asked first." I knew what he was going to answer before the question fully left my lips. 
"I already asked yesterday, so I asked first." That question had been stupid. Nathan's eyes were still glued onto my face. 
"Um, so what do you want to go over today?" That made him actually look at my eyes instead of my cheek and instantly I wished his piercing gaze would look anywhere besides my eyes. 
"I'm not sure exactly. It was something with numbers, as far as I know." O joy, this was going to be good. 

After two hours I was ready to punch this idiot in his unfairly attractive face. Not only was this jerk smart, he didn't need my help AT ALL. He was simply to damn lazy to do anything. 
"How on earth did you get so close to failing?" I asked incredulously after he ended up correcting a mistake that I had made. 
"Simple. I missed the last… well pretty much every lesson this year." My jaw dropped. "Why am I supposed to help you then?" 
"Because it's way easier than catching up by myself. You already have all the notes and stuff. And it's fun." I'm pretty sure my blood was boiling. 
"I think we're done," I snapped and stood up. The loud scraping noise of the chair made me wince. That's when I noticed how a good amount of people were trying to secretly watch us and I realized what a strange sight we must be. Me, a short, plain and battered girl trying to teach math to this sex god in a leather jacket and a jawline that could hurt someone. 
"Wait up cupcake. When are we going to meet again." My face must have looked ridiculously stupid because he chuckled. I shook my head and finally understood what he was saying. 
"There is no next time. You can pass with flying colors without my help anytime."
"We'll see about that. See you around cupcake." And with that he left towards the parking lot and all I could do was shoot frustratingly useless death glares at his back. 

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