Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

I hated admitting when I was wrong. It was like telling everyone in Eighth Grade you had cooties. But, nonetheless, here I stood in Mrs Sander classroom admitting my worst fear.
"I'm so glad you reconsidered, Sienna." She smiled brightly. She was currently teaching a Senior AP Chemistry class. Luckily, they were busy working on some science project, chatting away, unable to hear our conversation.
I held my breath and bit the bullet, asking, "What do I need to do?"
Mrs Sanders softly smiled and took out a pen and paper. It was a chart with dozens of students' names.
"Well, I'll assign you a tutor and then you both can figure out a schedule to follow. It'd pretty simple, let me see." She tapped the pencil onto the wooden desk and scanned through the names. I waited to see what nightmare I'd be paired up with.
"Here's one! Pippa Walshaw. She's an excellent student and has currently finished tutor someone else. Got a B+ if I'm correct." She pointed over to a girl with curly brown hair and braces, she didn't have a bad fashion sense, but I would lose the kitten sweater.
I guess she didn't seem so bad. I could get along with her.
"She's also great at History too, considering you're failing at that also." Wow, thanks for the reminder Mrs Sanders. Really needed.
"Great, thanks for the help." I put on my best fake smile and grabbed my bag. Just as I was about to walk out of the door, Mrs Sanders called me back.
"Sienna, wait!" thankfully no one but me heard her. I groaned and turned back around. What did she want now?
"Forgive me for the intrusion, but Andy tells me you're failing in quiet a lot of your subjects." Does Andy not understand the rules of being a guidance councillor. One of the main ones being confidentiality. Him and I are going to have to have a little talk.
"What's it to you?" I shrugged.
"Well, in my opinion and hopefully yours too, I think it would be much easier to find one student that can tutor you in all instead of getting a few to tutor you in only a couple. Don't you agree?"
I sighed and pulled my bag further up my shoulder. "I guess." I didn't have time for this. Was I going to get a tutor or not?
"In that case, I might offer you someone else." I looked back at Pippa. She looked smart, surly she had to be good at more than Chemistry and French.
"Fine, who?" I didn't have time to waste. I already promised Rya we would go shopping after school and I wanted to leave early so we didn't have to wait in lines.
"Roman Lawrence." My whole body froze. Did she just say who I think she said? Oh hell no.
"No." I said bluntly. I did not want to be tutored by Roman Lawrence, not unless I wanted social suicide.
"Why not?" Mrs Sander looked confused and furrowed her eyebrows. How could she not know why I didn't want to be tutored by him? Barely anyone did.
"He just doesn't seem that... friendly." Friendly? More like he had very little friends.
Mrs Sanders only chuckled and tucked her pencil behind her ear. "I can assure you; he is a very lovely boy and is the perfect fit for your situation." Perfect fit? More like the worst nightmare.
"What's wrong with Pippa?" I never believed there'd be a day where I begged for Pippa Walshaw to tutor me. But here we are.
"Pippa is a very smart girl indeed, but she only has a B average in French and Statistics and I'm sure it would be better to have a student who is exceedingly high in all subjects in order to make your tutoring sessions the most efficient. Roman has gotten straight A's throughout all his high school career and can speak multiple languages, including French. I would assume you to be ecstatic at the idea." I would assume myself to be electrocuted at the idea.
Do I really want Roman Lawrence, a.k.a THE nerd of the high school to tutor me? Oh hell no. But from the look on Mrs Sanders face, it seemed like I had no choice.
"Urgh, fine. I'll take it." We would have to set up some rules. The last thing I wanted was to be seen with him.
Mrs Sanders frowned and took the pencil out behind her ear. "Here's the thing, Sienna. Roman can be rather picky in choosing students to study." Excuse me?
"I thought people did this for extra credit?" how could you be picky when most students would help out anyone, they got given in order to have an extra few numbers on their credit score.
"Roman is extraordinarily bright, the smartest person in school if you ask me. He barely needs the extra credit. Therefore, he likes to choose the people he tutors." That sounded a little dickish. 'I'm too good to help just anyone'. Real stuck up.
"Then what do I do?" I huffed. I didn't have time for this.
"Ask him." Hu?
"Ask him?" I repeated. "As in talk to him." Yep, bye, bye social life.
"It's not that difficult. Just ask him and he'll probably consider." Fuck, I had to actually talk to him. Why couldn't Mrs Sanders understand that this was public humiliation?
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll give you Pippa, but I'm afraid you won't get the grades in all the subjects to get your GPA up to where you need it to be." fuck, I really needed to get a much higher GPA.
I had to do this, didn't I? Oh, fuck me.
That was how I ended up in our school library two days later, peeking round the corner of a bookshelf with Rya as we watched Roman Lawrence read some weird Science book.
"Is that him?" Rya whispered. I had to have some backup in this.
"Of course, it's him, he's worn those some fucking glasses since the Ninth Grade.
"He's grown into them a bit more now." I looked back at her and gave a look to say 'really?'. "What?" she whispered. "Just a comment."
Roman Lawrence looked like a nerd. The baggy jeans mixed with the tattered, grey sweater, and green beanie resting on his dirty blonde hair resting on his shoulder that looked as if it had been washed in grease this morning made him look slightly homeless, not to mention that extremely out of season converses and thick rimmed, black glasses he's been wearing since the Nineth Grade. Rya was right when she said he'd grown into them but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. If he grew a beard, I would mistake him for the homeless.
Was he homeless?
Not the point right now, Sienna.
"How are you going to go about this?" Rya whispered behind me. I turned back so we stood behind the wall and sighed.
"He has to put that book back at some point, and we he does, I'll go after him."
"Why am I here?"
"Because you, my sweet, little, sidekick, are going to make sure no one sees me. Clear?"
"Loud and clear captain." She saluted. We stood for almost an hour behind that freaking wall until Roman finally got up to put the book back.
"This is your chance." Rya whispered. No shit sherlock. I innocently scurried across the room as Rya followed behind. I looked back at her. "What?" she looked around the room.
"Do something!" I hissed. She looked around the room once more before pointing at a random corner on the floor.
"Oh my God! It's a snake!" her acting skills were so dry I almost died of dehydration. Despite that though, everyone seemed to get up and evacuate the floor.
"There's a snake?!"
"Oh my God!"
"Someone help!"
"Really?" I mouthed back to Rya who shrugged. I rolled my eyes and chased Roman down the aisle. He had to be here somewhere.
I spotted that ugly sweater a mile away as I watched him reach the top shelf to put the weird science book back. Geez, Roman got tall.
In all honesty, the last time I really looked at him was in Sophomore year when he sat in front of me in Art. Apart from that, I had never seen him. But he was definitely over 6ft.
I, and my 5'6' height, carefully walked over until we were a few feet away. In quick thinking, I grabbed a random book from the shelf and walked up to Roman.
"D'you mind putting this back for me?" I asked as politely as possible and held out the book.
Roman looked down in surprise to see me standing there and then narrowed his eyes. What was his deal? He looked at the cover off the book and shook his head.
"That's bionics, it back there with the B's, not up here with the E's." oh. That was a huge failure.
"Oh." I shoved the book in a random place. Roman only rolled his eyes and grabbed the book before trekking back to the B section.
"It's not that hard." He said and placed the book back where it belonged.
It was now or never.
"Listen, Roman. I need your help." He looked back at me and raised an eyebrow. He didn't look amused. What was this guy's problem? Most boys were putty in my hands whenever I was around them.
"Help?" he said the work slowly.
"You tutor right?" he didn't reply. "Well, I'm like really failing and I talked to Mrs Sanders and she told me that you were my best option."
"You're asking me to tutor you?"
"Yes."
"No." he turned to walk away. Excuse me, what?
"What?" I turned around on my heel to see him continuing to walk away. Um, rude. "Wait up!" I rushed to meet him. God, he walked fast.
"But Mrs Sanders said that you were my best option." I argued.
"Too bad. You'll have to find someone else. I'm not interested." How could he not be interested? Everyone was interested in me!
"I need a higher GPA to get into a good college and your tutoring is going to help me get in." I explained.
"Boohoo, the rich girl can't get into college with her grades. Looks like you'll need to turn to what every rich girl does in this position." Was he really suggesting I bribe my way into college? That was low. Accurate in a sense, but still low.
"I don't understand why you don't want to help me! Most guys would die for this moment."
He stopped and turned around. A bored expression lingered on his face. "Well, sorry I'm not like most guys. I don't spend my time tending to spoilt girls who expect me to do their work for them. Find someone else. Goodbye."
"But – !" he turned the corner before I could defend myself. Jesus, this guy had a stick up his ass!
I walked out of the library to find Rya nervously waiting outside.
"How'd it go?" I gave her a death glare and she shrunk back a little. "I'm guessing not well."
"I'm fucking screwed."
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The next day, I stood by my locker trying to understand why Roman turned me down. He was a complete nerd, an outcast, a lowlife. It would make sense for him to want to tutor me considering the wonders I could do to his social life. Not that I wanted to be seen with him, but it was a kind thought.
I needed to talk to Mrs Sanders about having Pippa tutor me instead. In a way, it was a blessing in disguise; I wouldn't have to talk to nor spend time with Roman, but my grades would really suffer. Still, Pippa was better than nothing.
My eyes lit up as I saw Adam open his locker across from me. Oh, thank the Heavens above!
I ran my fingers through my hair to give it a sexy juzz and swung my hips as I walked over.
"Hey, Adam." I smiled and rested my hip against the locker next to his.
"Sienna." He looked up in surprise. "What d'you want?"
"You." I smiled seductively and watched his jaw tense. I know he missed me. He had to by now.
He sighed and placed a book back in his locker. "We're broken up, Sienna. It's best if you forget about that."
He was lying to himself; I could see it clear. "Come on, baby. I know you miss me." I did the pouty lips, something he was a sucker for. His jaw tense again and he looked back into his locker.
"Even if I did, we are broken up."
"We're on a break." I corrected. "I know you'll come around sooner." I rested my hand on his shoulder and slid it down his chest. "I just know it." I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered.
I wanted to touch him. Urgh, I wanted to touch him so bad. I bet he was throbbing. I bet he yearned for it.
"We both know that vanilla girl could never satisfy you the way I do." I slowly grazed my hand down his torso. He didn't stop me, instead I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. Doing things in public was a huge kink of his. I only ever let us do things in his car. Once I let him finger me in Spanish class. Those times were enough.
A sharp beep went off in his pocket and he snapped out of my trance. He pushed me off. I stumbled back a bit and watched him check his phone.
"That's Leah." He spoke. "We're going out after school." He slammed his locker shut. "See you around." He said and left abruptly.
I knew he was going to come around, only this time he was putting up more of a fight. But I loved a good challenge. Leah Kingston had nothing on me.
I told Rya I was going to meet her in the music rooms to discuss a plan of getting Adam back and it all started off with that little, vanilla girl.
Just as I was to turn the corner, I heard a voice and then a name I recognised.
"That's really sweet, Roman." Roman. What was he doing up here? Unless he was a music prodigy? I wouldn't put it past him.
I peaked my head around the corner. Emily Lewis. She was a sweet girl whose blonde hair was a few shades lighter than Rya's, with doll-like fair skin. She was in the school choir and played the flute. She was also my partner for our final scripted piece in Drama last year. She was a sweet girl, I had nothing against her.
"Will you go out me with then?" I heard Roman ask hopefully. OMG, Roman had a crush on Emily! Who knew?!
"I'm sorry Roman. I just don't see you in that way." Emily smiled sadly. "I like a guy with a little more... experience."
"E-Experience?" Roman repeated.
"You know... sexually. And it's no secret that you have, well, none." This was gold. Sweet, little choir girl, Emily Lewis, liked to get down and dirty. Who knew? I guess she liked blowing more than the flute.
"O-Oh." Roman stuttered.
"I'm really sorry. Maybe in the future?" Emily smiled again before turning back into the music room. I looked at Roman whose face appeared heartbroken. It was so sad it almost made me sad. Almost. Roman didn't just have a crush on Emily, he had a fat crush on Emily. Like Santa getting stuck down the chimney fat.
He turned away and I quickly hid back behind the wall. I watched as he walked past me with his hands shoved into his pockets and head hung low.
Poor thing. If only he had more experience. I, on the other hand, had lots of it. Too much for my age that it concerned me.
Hang on a minute...
An idea burst into my mind like hundreds of bubbles, seeping their soapy smarts into my brain.
"Bingo."