Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

"Hello again, Sienna."
"Andy." I replied, narrowing my eyes in spite. I still couldn't believe he told Principal Cunningham about my graduating/college problems. Plus, I still hated being in the Guidance Councillor's office.
"I'm sure you know why you're here." There could be many reasons as to why I was here, so it was my lucky guess to stick my hand into the pick-a-mix and see what flavour I got.
"You found the bag of crack in my locker?"
Andy's eyes went wide, and I let out a soft chuckle, "Relax, it was a joke."
"You shouldn't joke about those things, Sienna." He answered sternly.
"You shouldn't spread my private information to Principal Cunningham." Checkmate, bitch.
Andy sighed and crossed his arms, "I have to put all your information on a ProMonitor, Sienna. Only me and Principal Cunningham have access to it." Oh, that somewhat made sense.
I huffed and groaned. "Then what d'you want." If I was going to get another scolding, I swear to God, I was going to jump straight out of the window.
"Mrs Sanders recently reported that Mr Roman Lawrence is no longer tutoring you." Oh, well that was unexpected. I assumed Roman would tell Mrs Sanders that our agreement was off but there was something weird about him actually making it official. It kind of hurt. Kind of.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, he told her that you weren't doing your work." damn, snake much?
"And?"
"Sienna." Andy sighed and took his glasses off of his head. I was pretty sure they were just for effect and he had perfect vision. "At the moment, it's really looking like you're redoing a year."
"What?!" oh, don't be an idiot, Sienna. You knew this would happen. But I thought I could do this on my own. "But I can do this on my own!" I protested.
"Let me ask you something, then." Andy rested his forearms on the desk, I straightened up, ready to answer. "Tell me something in French."
I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he on drugs? I had the feeling most Guidance Councillors were on drugs these days. "Um, what?"
"Tell me something in French. Go on." He nodded as if to encourage me.
I coughed and wiggled in my seat. "Erm, Je m'appelle –"
"Complex, Sienna." Andy cut me off. Rude.
"Well, I don't know anything complex!" I argued.
"Fine, tell me the chemical symbol for Gold." He asked another question. What was today? Interrogate Sienna day?
"Gd –"
"Muscles store glucose in which form?"
"Square –"
"Give any two examples of collecting data from day-to-day life."
"Erm... that's erm... erm –"
"What date did the Cold War end?"
"1830...." Andy gave me a raised eyebrow. I sighed and threw my hands in the air. "I don't know!" I finally gave in. He smiled triumphantly, knowing I had proven some point of his.
"I'm going to be real honest here, Sienna. Okay?"
"You always are, Andy." I muttered harshly under my breath.
Luckily, he didn't notice. "I really don't want you to redo another year." I was about to argue when he held up a hand, "Much to your belief, I want every student here to succeed. However, with the way you are acting towards your academics, there really is no reason as to why you should graduate. Grades aside, you don't put in the effort, and when you don't put in the effort..."
"You don't succeed." I droned, reading the quote in pink and yellow writing plastered behind him.
"Exactly!" he gave me a cheery smile. Urgh. Jesus, I would like to visit you early now if that's okay. "Now, I don't know what went down between you and Roman." Clothes went down between me and Roman. Literally. "But I would strongly suggest you talk things out with him and get back on track."
"Can't I just get another tutor?" I groaned. Did it really have to be Roman again?
"Roman Lawrence is one of the smartest students we have, and Mrs Sanders really deems him to be the perfect match for you. Now, I don't know Mrs Sanders too well, but I do know that her advice is one to take, so please try to work things out with Roman and get back on track."
I rolled my eyes and slid off my seat and onto my feet. "You really know how to make my life hell, Andy." I told him as I grabbed my bag and flung it over my shoulder.
"At least I'm doing something!" he gave me a big thumbs up before I stormed out the door.
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"Déjà vu." Rya whispered by my side as we hid behind the shelves of the library. I knew what she meant. It felt like ages since I first cornered Roman and tried to get him to tutor me. Now here I was, stuck in the same position.
"D'you have any idea on what you're going to say?" that was a good question. What the hell was I going to say?
Hey Roman, I know last time we talked I called you a dick and told you no one would ever like you, but hey! We all say things and I really need your annoying ass to tutor me again.
No, that's not it.
Hey Roman. So remember how you called me pathetic? Well, looks like I am because here I am again asking you to tutor me.
Nope, not that.
Hey Roman, so if you don't tutor me, I'm going to take my sharpest pencil and stick it right up your –
Lord, I needed to work on this.
"He's making a move!" Rya whispered by my side.
"What?" I turned to look at her dumbfounded. I had mere seconds to think before she pushed me into another aisle where Roman was all alone placing a book back.
C'mon, Sienna. You can do this.
I brushed down my skirt and ran my fingers through my hair. Yeah, I can do this.
I took out a random book and walked towards Roman. "Hey." I smiled sweetly. "Can you put this back for me?"
As Roman turned his head to look at me, I swore I could see the aggravation burn like ice in his blue-grey eyes. He grunted something under his breath and barged right past me.
No, I can't do this.
Pull yourself together, girl!
I straightened myself out again and took in a deep breath. Determinedly, I walked back over to him and tried again.
"Look, Roman. I know our last encounter wasn't exactly friendly, but I really think that –" he walked away from me again, "– we can work this out.... Hey!" I chased after him. Luckily, there was barely anyone in the library and so we were safe out of sight.
"Roman." I hissed, running after him like an idiot. "Roman!" I noticed Rya peeking behind a wall and gave me the innocent 'I don't know' shrug. For fuck's sake. "I'm talking to you!" I reached out and yanked the sleeve of his sweater.
"What?!" he turned around and snapped. Woah, okay. Not expecting that.
"I... I need to talk to you." I pulled back slightly. Roman huffed and irritated, awaiting my continuation. "I need you to tutor me again." I stood up straight and brought my utmost confidence.
He let out a sharp, bitter laugh and bit back, "Yeah right." And started to walk away but I moved to stand in his way.
"Look, I know we don't particularly like one another right now –"
"– That's an understatement –"
"– But we still need things from each other. So, here's my idea, how's about we just forget about that little argument and I'll still get my learny-learny time and you'll still get your sexy-sexy time? What d'you think?" I gave him my biggest and most hopeful smile.
He took a few minutes to process what I had just said and looked me up and down as if to make judgement of my demeanour. Despite how critical his gaze was, I remained poised and confident.
"You really want to know what I think?" He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. I nodded eagerly. "I think you use people at your own convenience."
"Excuse –"
"What? Did you think I was desperate to have you back too?"
"I'm not –"
"Face it, Sienna. Your whole life you have been flocked with people who will do anything and everything at your own given wish, but that's not how the world works." Great, another 7th Grade scolding. They should make this a holiday. Scold Sienna for Being a Dumbass Day.
"Because, truth is, I don't know if I can trust you again." He continued.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I can't trust you, Sienna." He repeated. Oh yeah, as if. He could trust me! I was the most trustworthy person I knew! Well, kind of...
"What d'you mean you don't trust me? Dude, I literary helped you learn to jack off and –"
"The agreement worked both ways." He cut me off and took a step forward, so we were inches apart. His voice became much lower so no one could hear us, and his stare pierced into mine. "I tutor you in school, you tutor me in sex, right? I told you I needed you to meet me halfway with the work when I first started tutoring you and what did you do?"
"I –"
"You did nothing, Sienna. That's the point." He interjected. "We made a deal, but it was you who couldn't follow up with your half. This whole thing is your fault."
"Excuse me –" I scoffed but he barged past me before I could finish. I was left absolutely alone with only Rya gaping at what had just happened.
She scurried over to me and frantically looked at Roman's back as he stalked out of the library. "So...?"
"I'm fucked." I sighed.
"Fuck metaphorically because you screwed up or fucked physically because the deals back on –"
"Rya." I hissed.
"I'm going to take that as metaphorically..." she looked down at her shoes and mumbled. I huffed and groaned, kicking my shoe against the bookshelf. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?
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There were certain times in life in which you forget things and make yourself look like an idiot. That was exactly the case when I realised I had a History essay due Thursday morning. And it was 11pm on a Wednesday.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I whispered as I chased around my room, looking for a pen. Mr Dennis told me that if I didn't get this essay in, I was surly going to fail and that what I was definitely not trying to it.
My talk with Roman a few days ago still bubbled in my brain and boiled my blood at times. What made me even more angry was the fact that he was right. I didn't try with to tutoring thing. We made a deal and I had only managed to allow myself to tutor him in sex and had completely discarded the other part out of pure ignorance. Now it showed.
I managed to find a pen and a notebook under my bed. Thank god. I raced to my desk and plopped down in my squeaky chair. I hated the damn thing but it was better than sitting on my bed, balling myself up in dozens of blankets, and falling asleep halfway through the work.
Rya, the angel she is, let me borrow her history textbook a few days ago whilst 'studying'. I say 'studying' because I actually draw Santa hats on all of the historical figures I could find. Abraham Lincoln looked was the total resemblance of Santa Clause on a diet which made me laugh.
Focus, Sienna.
What was this essay on again?
Oh yeah, the World War 2.
About half an hour later, I found that instead of an essay, my page contained a rather lengthy, rather aggressive letter to an Anthony Marwood and a Stephanie Callington who were said authors of said textbook. A textbook I was now referring to as Satan's Bible.
It wasn't too extreme, however an 'I hope your children suffer just as much as you have made me this past thirty minutes' and a 'don't be surprised if your houses get set on fire' somehow managed to wiggle its way in there but, hey! What can you do?
Another twenty minutes later and I was seeing my wits end.
You have to actually have wits in order for it to end, Sienna.
Oh, fuck off.
If only textbooks weren't so boring. You see, maybe if someone turned textbooks into some cool TV show, I'd be interested –
"It's a history website. They make documentaries in the style of Netflix shows. The acting's a bit bad and the CGI is questionable but it's entertaining nonetheless."
I practically jumped off my seat and scrambled around the clothes lying on my bedroom floor until I found my school bag. Throwing pencils and highlighters across the room, I finally found what I was looking for.
"Bingo." I whispered and rushed back to my desk, grabbing my laptop and immediately running the link written in sharp, neat handwriting though the search browser.
It was a long shot. It really was. It was almost midnight and I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open as I typed in what I was looking for in the search bar. D-Day.
I rubbed my eyes and scrolled through the videos until one of them looked like it covered the basis of the essay.
Then I hit play.
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It was around nine when I woke up the next morning, my essay paper half stuck to my face and my hair was tangled in a nest of a topknot at the top of my head. If it wasn't for Rya calling me to complain about Christopher stealing her parking spot this morning, I would have never woken up.
Running down the halls to my history class, I kept my paper in hand, attempting not to trip over my heels from my lack of sleep. I was up till 3am last night watching the documentary and Roman was right about one thing, it was entertaining. I don't think I've written so much in my life!
My History class was just leaving as I entered. I knew I would miss class due to my oversleeping but I could still give the essay in.
"Mr Dennis!" I called for him as I rushed through the door.
He didn't even look my way as he said, "I'm not giving extensions to the essay, Sienna. You know the rules –"
"I've got the essay!" I held it out to him, slightly out of breath. The classroom was pretty much empty now. Mr Dennis turned around slowly, something I wasn't sure was either due to his old age or complete and utter shock of what I had just said.
"You've what?" he blinked, stunned.
"I've... I've done it." I held it out. Mr Dennis looked at the papers in my hand sceptically and took them. He studied the pages, analysing my handwriting, holding it up against the light, doing everything to see if it was real or fake.
"These are three double-sided pages, Sienna." He muttered confounded.
"I know." I replied. I spent ages on them, thank you very much.
He rubbed a shaking hand over his wrinkly face and whispered in astoundment. "Well, I'll be it..."
"Is... Is it okay?" I suddenly grey concerned. "Did I do it wrong? Is it too much? What did –"
"No, no!" Mr Dennis waved a hand in front of his face. "It's absolutely fine. I'll get this marked and back to you by Monday." He rested a hand under his chin, still examining my work.
"Oh... Okay." I chirped and spun on my heel to walk out of the classroom.
You did it, Sienna! You actually did it!
I was so proud of myself that the happy kilt in my mood lasted for the rest of the day. There was an extra cheer practice at lunch, and I beamed to Rya about my achievement. She was just as shocked as Mr Dennis was but couldn't be happier.
However, she would have been even happier if she hadn't of been beaten by Christopher once again in a Physics pop quiz first period. The look on her face was one of total horror and anger. I swore her hair was about to turn into little snakes and freeze the whole Gym to stone without ever looking at her.
"This whole ego complex he has is driving me nuts!" she muttered to me as we stretched on the floor. "I swear if I hear another word about how he likes to fuck girls standing up because it gives him a 'better angle', I will shove my pencil up his ass. That'll give him 'better angle'." She violently mumbled.
In a way, I couldn't wait for high school to be over because it meant that this whole Rya-Christopher arch-nemesis thing would end. God, the amount of time this poor girl spent obsessing over beating him and coming up with snarky remarks and finding new ways to put a stick figure version of him in her notebook to death was almost concerning. Then again, no one got under Rya McCoy's skin more than Christopher Knowles. I just begged they didn't go to the same college together.
After cheer practice, Rya and I walked back through the halls on the way to her locker when a familiar, 6'4, blondie came into my vision.
Roman.
I wonder what he'd say if he heard I handed in my History essay.
Dude, he rejected you. There's no point.
But he'd be proud.
And what's the point of him being proud if he already hates your guts?
But he'd be proud.
"Hang on a sec." I turned to Rya before hurrying up to Roman. "Hey!" I chirped. Roman looked to his side to see me and rolled his eyes, facing back into his locker.
"Guess what." I still tried. I couldn't help but feel excited to tell him. I couldn't help but want him to feel proud at what I had done.
"I don't have time for this, Sienna." He grumbled and pulled some books out of his locker, shoving them into his backpack.
"No, no! You want to hear this!" I waved my hands about. He didn't answer and so I excitedly continued. "I-I handed in my History essay! – And it was three pages! Double sides!" I grinned.
Roman slammed his locker shut, making my grin deflate slightly. "Cool. Whatever." He sighed and flung his backpack over his shoulder.
"But... I did the... I thought that... w-what?" I couldn't get the words out. Wow, way to be a mood deflater Roman.
"I'm really not interested, Sienna. See you." He turned and walked away, leaving me alone like a total idiot.
I felt Rya's presence by my side as she cringed. "Damn, that was harsh."
I frowned and looked down at me shoes. I just wanted him to be proud of me.
However, looking at the floor, I noticed something by his locker. It was a small slip of paper with writing on. Roman's writing.
I bent down and to pick it up and studied the words.
85 Alcove Road. It was ripped off of something, but there were just enough words to make out, Tuesday & Friday nights.
I snatched it out of his hands and skimmed through. All times were pretty much free except for lesson times in school and Tuesdays and Fridays after school.
"What's on Tuesdays and Fridays?" I asked. Roman looked up emotionless.
"That's not any of your business."
"What's that?" Rya brought me out of my thoughts and glanced at the scrap of paper of my shoulder.
"I don't know." I gradually replied. "But I have an idea."