Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

"Urgh! I can't do this!" I threw my hands in the air and slammed them down onto the floor to only plant my face in them.
Rya looked up from her bed to witness me sitting on her bedroom floor trying to make sense of what the hell Mitosis was.
"Do what?" she cocked her head to the side as she shut her Spanish textbook. Whatever possessed me to take up Rya's offer to study at her house must have been on crack because so far, I have only read one page of the stupid textbook she gave me and doodled a nice picture of a snowman eating its own nose inside the diagram of the heart.
"This." I gestured down to the book. "It's all so..."
"Boring?"
"Complicated." I huffed and rubbed my face with my hands. "Why can't they just give you an easy step-by-step guide to things? Or at least make it a fun story."
"Because it's a textbook and not a best-selling YA novel?" Rya climbed off of her bed and to where I was sitting. "What's that?" she pointed to my doodle inside the heart.
"A snowman eating its own nose."
"Nice."
I groaned and hit the book. Stupid book. Who made textbooks anyways? They needed to go to prison or something for the leaching of my happiness.
"Are you and Roman seriously finished?" Rya then asked with a sympathetic look.
I rolled my eyes, "You say that as if we were in a relationship."
"You kind of were." I gave her an 'are you kidding?' glare and she raised her hands in defence. "I mean in a student-teacher-for-both-of-us-friends-with-benefits kind of way."
I chuckled and let out a long breath, "Please. Roman and I were never friends." Were we friends? Did he consider us friends? You did spend a lot of time with him.
"You spent a lot of time with each other." Rya said my exact thoughts. "And you both saw each other in somewhat personal ways." Yeah, you gave him a hand-job and he saw you naked. Very personal. "Look, all I'm saying is maybe you should find Roman and talk things out. You obviously need him."
"I do not need him!" I protested.
"Okay!" she held her hands up in defence again. "But how are you going to get your grades up?" good question. How was I going to get my grades up? Textbooks were confusing, tutoring evidently didn't work, and everything was always so boring.
"Maybe I should just drop out of school and become a stripper?" I suggested but Rya gave me a look knowing that I wouldn't have the balls to. "What?! I'd be a good one!"
"You can barely touch your toes, how are you going to perform the splits on a pole?" another good point.
"I can learn how to perform the splits on a pole." I argued.
"You can also learn how Mitosis works." She pointed to the textbook. I groaned for the hundredth time. Why did she always have to be right?
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Sitting in class once again, I wondered how long it would be until the end of the lesson or how long I could take before I threw myself out of a window. I swear Mademoiselle Blanchet had a vendetta against me. The woman would give me evil glares throughout the lesson. She was the reason I always acted up. The constant patronising, side comments, and unfair ways of picking on people to answer questions was so irritating I had to fight back.
We once spent a whole lesson arguing because she wouldn't let me go to the bathroom because I'd 'just had lunch', but I was on my period and threatened to make her classroom look like a crime scene. I got a weeks' detention.
"Sienna." She called on me. For fuck's sake. "Comment ça va aujourd'hui?" she gave me a knowing smirk. She knew I wasn't listening. What a bitch. I looked at her and recalled the question. Comment ça va aujourd'hui? What the hell did that mean?
"Comment ça va aujourd'hui?" Roman gestured for me to answer.
"Are you on drugs?" I tried. Nope. He wasn't impressed.
"Seriously?" he raised an eyebrow. I shrugged. "How are you today, Sienna?" what was he playing at here?
"Fine. I got shampoo in my eyes this morning but I'm still living."
Roman chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "So good?" I nodded. "Bien." He gestured for me to say it.
"Bien." I tried. He nodded as if to say I'd done it right.
"So, comment ça va aujourd'hui?" he tried again. Wait, was that what he meant? How are you today?
I sat up in my chair and smiled contently. "Bien."
"Bien." I answered.
I watched the smirk on Mademoiselle Blanchet's face drop. I never answered her questions in French so this must be the shock of the century. The look on her face was enough for me to make a side comment but I withheld myself and relished in my mini glory. I actually did something right! And I did it all because of......
Roman...
Fuck, I mentally groaned. No. Not fuck. You don't need him, you told him you don't need him, and Sienna Callum never goes back on her work.
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The cafeteria was pretty much the same since the Leah fiasco, but Leah still didn't make an appearance. Neither did Adam. Urgh, she was really milking it, wasn't she?
There wasn't a lot of talking. Rya was busying studying for a test in History next period, the same class Christopher was in and she was dead set on beating his ass.
"You know, one day you're going to look back at this and wonder why you were so worked up on beating some random guy throughout your childhood."
The stare Rya gave me was one that could put you to death. That was the wrong thing to say.
"No, I won't. I will revel in the glory of it! And he isn't 'some random guy', he's Satan's reincarnation." She snapped and buried her nose back into the book.
I sighed with a shrug, "Maybe you guys should have angry sex and be over with it." If the stare Rya gave me before could put you to death, this would shove you ten foot in your grave.
"Don't kid me, that's the most horrible image I could ever imagine." Oh please, if only Rya knew that angry sex was the hottest sex you could have in your life.
"Suit yourself." I murmured and stabbed my fork into my salad.
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Standing by my locker, fixing my hair, I tried to recollect what an earth was going through my brain when I decided to make the deal with Roman. I mean, what was I thinking? One, how could we ever truly get along when we were such opposites, two, I was so uninterested in school that tutoring would only make me hate it more and so it was totally a lose-lose, and three, there was no way I could turn Roman into a sex god. The guy had only just started jerking off and we were already halfway through the school year. Timewise, it really was so unrealistic.
I turned around to face the one and only person I didn't want to see. He was leaning against a wall, a book in his hand, studying something most likely, but his eyes were gazing back up at a pretty blonde as she walked the halls with her flute case in hand. She somehow seemed to radiate light off her of, like some innocent angel that made her so perfect. I could understand what Roman meant when saying Emily could make all the badness go away, she seemed so happy and carefree that even I felt at peace looking at her.
She's everything that you're not, a voice in my head whispered.
I tried to push that voice away, but I couldn't deny the truth. Emily was just like Leah. The pure innocence and happiness swirling around her. Minus the bitchiness that Leah possessed, she was kind-hearted and drew people in.
I watched as he stared at her, completely absorbed by her pretty aura. He was far but I knew his pupils were dilated and I wondered what was going on inside his head. Was it the date he had planned or was it something else? Was it the videos he watched, the books he read? Did he think of her? Did he think of her as he watched them? Did he do that with me? When I kissed him, when I touched him, when his hands were on me. Did he pretend I was Emily?
Beautiful, he'd once told me as his hands explored my body.
Did he mean that for me or did he mean that for Emily?
I attempted to shake those thoughts away, but I couldn't ignore the pain in my chest. It was so annoying I wished I could rip it out and stomp it into the ground. I was so focused on it that I didn't realise the jocks making their way up to Roman and slapping the books out of his hands.
"Weirdo!" They spat in his face and laughed at what they believed was an amazing revolution of high school humour.
Dicks.
I wanted to say something, in fact, I believed I was going to until the speakers in the hall crackled and an announcement came through.
"CAN MISS RYA MCCOY AND MISS SIENNA CALLUM PLEASE REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICAL. THANK YOU."
Everyone, including Roman, Emily Lewis, and those idiotic jocks, started me and a sudden anxiety spiked across my bloodstream. Oh god. What now?
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