Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1 - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Eleven! Eleven, baby! I tried to hold back my squeal as Roman handed me the test paper he made me do half an hour ago. 11/20, it read. That was over halfway! Yes!
"I take it you've been doing your biology homework." He said as I smiled widely at the score.
"Yeah." I replied. "I mean, it's still one of the most boring things in my life."
"But you're doing it."
I shrugged and happily folded the paper before putting it into my bag. This was the first session he was tutoring me in again and I was so happy. Your girl was getting back on track. Roman seemed to have more of a kick in his step this morning too and I couldn't help but wonder why. Maybe he was still running on the high of getting a blowjob last Friday, or maybe there was something else.
"I have something for you." I quickly remembered and reached into my back. I pulled out the papers and hid them to my chest, so it didn't ruin the surprise.
"What?" Roman narrowed his eyes but a smile still played on his lips. I handed him the paper and his mouth practically gaped.
It was my History essay I handed in last week. And on the top was a 'C'. A freaking C! It was a pass!
"No way." He chuckled stunned.
"Yes way." I grinned. "I got a C!" I was on Cloud 9 when Mr Dennis handed my mark back, I showed Rya, and we went out for celebratory coffee. God, it felt so good to pass.
"Well damn." He blew out a long breath, "I guess this is what happens when you focus a bit more."
"It certainly is." I couldn't make my smile go away. God, I was so happy. "You proud of me?" I couldn't help but ask.
Roman handed the papers back and nodded, "Very." He smiled. He was proud of me. I felt so giddy as he said the word.
"So," he changed the subject. "Are you working at the hospital tonight?" I told Roman all about the Leah fiasco and Principal Cunningham, he wasn't necessarily okay with what I did but he was surprised when I told him how I saved Rya's ass. Why would he be surprised? Rya had worked so hard for Valedictorian, so why would I let Principal Cunningham pettily snatch it away so easily?
Nonetheless, I expressed my distaste for having to do 'community service' at the hospital. So far, I had no idea what I was doing and if I had to clean up sick and piss from the bedsheets, I was going to throw a fit.
"Unfortunately." I sighed.
Roman gave a sympathetic smile but I knew he was glad I got punishment for what I did. What a goody-two-shoes he was.
"D'you know what floor you're working at?" he then questioned.
I tilted my head to the side and replied, "No, why?"
"No reason." He brushed it away. "Good luck though."
I rolled my eyes, "Thanks."
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School was only more of a drag knowing I had somewhere else I was dreading to be afterwards. I gave myself a mini pep talk before I got out of my car and made my way to the hospital. I prayed to God I didn't see vanilla stick. Watching her sick, innocent smile as I moped the floors would test my patience of clawing her eyes out.
Walking up to the front desk, I was met with a woman with bouncy, cherry-red, hair and think rimmed glasses with tiny pictures of cats on them. Urgh, just great.
"Hi, my name is Sienna Callum. I'm here for –"
"I know what you're here for." She cut me off and gave me an evil-eyed glare. Well, geez. Aren't you supposed to be more welcoming when you work at the front desk? Obviously not in this woman's head. She gave me a form to fill out and told me to follow her.
My heels clicked along the floor as she guided me to a backroom filled with tonnes of boxes and files.
"See those boxes?" I nodded in response. "Well, you're going to sort the files colour-co-ordinately into them." That didn't seem too hard, although this room was very stuffy and had no windows.
"For how long?" I asked. An hour or so in here and I could faint from the dankness.
"For however long I want." She crossed her arms. "And, by the way, I think it was absolutely rotten how you treated the Kingston's daughter. You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady."
I clicked my tonnes and answered back, "Sad times."
She clearly didn't like that as she huffed an atrocious huff and bent down to collect a stack of papers off the floor. She slammed them onto the table, and I swore I saw a swarm of dust fly off it.
"You aren't to leave here until all of these files are sorted. Got it?"
I gawked at her in disbelief. The pile was almost the same height as me! "You can't possibly think that –"
"Oh, I can." She smirked back. "Karma's a bitch isn't it?" she must have been really close with Leah's parents or to Leah to act this hostile towards me. This woman barely knew shit.
"Not as big of a bitch as you." I smiled sugary before she stormed out and slammed the door.
I groaned and stomped my foot. This whole thing was bullshit! I was stuck in this stuffy, old storage room sorting out flimsy pieces of paper into boxes that looked like they belonged in a kindergarten classroom for what? Punishment? Leah's the one who should be punished for being such a sneaky bitch.
What a fucking joke.
I spent hours in that room sorted out the papers. Each of them had a sticky note either of pink, blue, or green at the top to indicated which box to go in. I had no idea what they meant or what they were for but I put them in, huffing and puffing each time due to my feet aching like hell. I should've brought a change of shoes. I wanted to take my heels off but the cold, sticky flooring that I was certain hadn't been cleaned since the 90s, said otherwise.
Sweat trickled down the side of my forehead and my perfectly straightened hair was now forming into soft, bouncy curls. Urgh, just fucking perfect.
I didn't know how long I had been in there until I put away the last paper and slumped back against a wall. I had never done such a boring thing in my life. This made Mr Dennis's History class look like a freaking carnival.
I stormed back out to the front desk and told the artificial redhead I was done. She clicked her tongue and told me I could grab a free meal at the refectory before I left. Free food or travel back in rush hour traffic? The Rya in me screamed for the free food. So be it then.
I got the elevator up because I knew the stairs would kill me and made my way to the refectory. The harsh yellow lighting and sterile white walls and flooring made me feel unwanted against the hospital staff giving me weird looks. I kept my head up, pretending I knew what I was doing when, in fact, I had no fucking clue.
The refectory food was one I could only describe as buckets of colourful mush. I knew there were cafes on the ground floor, even a mini-McDonalds and Dunkin Donuts, but the blandness of this could make you forget all about those wonders and drown you in complete distaste.
I grabbed a tray and grimaced as I walked over, staring at the green mush in front of me. What the hell even was that? Next to it was white mush I assumed was mash potato, at least I hoped it was mash potato.
"156." A voice next to me chirped. I swiftly turned around to be met with a girl standing behind me, looking to where I was at the mash potato.
"Huh?" I blinked a few times to check if she was real and that the stuffiness of the storage room hadn't driven my mind so insane to hallucinate.
"156." She repeated. I gave her enough confused glare. "You a patient here or...?"
"I'm not a patient." I clarified.
The girl chuckled and shoved her hands in her pockets. "156 calories in one portion of mash potato." She explained. "They have huge serving spoons."
I turned back to look at the mush, "Oh."
"The green one," She pointed to the food in front of me, "Has the lowest. 72 for one stupidly large serving spoon."
I looked back at her in awe. How do you even figure that stuff out? I asked for some of the orange mush that looked somewhat edible.
"133." The girl muttered by my side.
I turned to her and glared. "What are you? Some numbers freak?" thankfully, she chuckled and brushed her light blonde hair over her shoulder.
"You could say that."
I sighed and grabbed some apple slices before heading to an empty table and sat down. The girl followed me. What the hell was wrong with her? Could she not see I was sick of human interaction for the day?
"Why the hell are you following me?" I hissed at her. She shrugged and pulled out a plastic water bottle, one with little puppies painted on, and took a long sip.
"I like your lipstick." She answered. It was a Rogue Dior lipstick Rya got me for Chrsitams last year. It was in the shade Chérie.
"Erm, thanks." I took a spoonful of the food and ate. It tasted like sweet potato and carrots, not bad but not amazing. I looked back up at the girl who was now happily drinking her water. Could she not feel the awkwardness?
I noticed how she wore a pair of light blue jeans rolled up by her ankles and a white hoodie with the words 'MALIBU' printed on with bright blue butterflies. Her hair was neatly tied into two French braids and her eyes donned very glittery pink eyeshadow. She looked around my age, maybe a year or so younger.
"What do you want?" I finally asked. She turned her head to look at me and smiled.
"Oh, nothing." She went back to drinking her water. I noticed random numbers written all across her hand.
"What's the deal with the numbers?" I nodded, deciding to start conversation than suffer this uncomfortably torturous silence.
She looked down and smiled, "Oh, I like numbers." Wow, way to be a conversationalist.
"Why?" I pushed further.
"Because they're everywhere." She replied. I cocked my head to the side in a confused look. "Why are there exactly 37 people in the refectory right now? Why do you have two stray hairbands on your wrist? Why are there only three doors on the left side of corridor Green A? Why are there 133 calories on your tray? – 121 now actually since you took that spoonful."
I stared at her in utter awe. What was she? Some child math prodigy? The girl laughed and replied, "No one knows, but I like numbers and so I notice. What's your name by the way?"
"Erm, Sienna." I answered, not really knowing whether I should give her my name or not. I was already taken aback by her extreme numbers craze.
"Ooo, Sienna. That's pretty! There's a town in Tuscany called 'Siena'."
I awkwardly shifted in my seat. "Cool." I clicked my tongue. Just go with it, Sienna. Just go with it. "What's yours?"
The girl grinned happily and crossed her little legs on the seat. "Oh, I got by many different names?l." excuse me? What kind of drugs did hospitals give their patients nowadays? Was she even a patient? I examined her wrist to see a light blue wrist band proving she was.
"So what name do you usually go by?" I felt so stupid asking that question.
"Well, today I'm going by Henrietta." She giggled. "And tomorrow I think it will be Clarice." Yes, this girl was definitely on crack.
"Why Henrietta?" I couldn't help but ask.
"It's French. Keeper of the hearth. Rules her household. And I love France, I've never been but I've always wanted to go. Isn't there any place you've ever wanted to go?"
"Brazil." I said without thinking. Shut up, Sienna.
Her eyes widened in delight, "Brazil! That's so interesting! Why's that?"
Keep cool, Sienna. Keep cool. "Just a dream." I shrugged.
"I love dreams." Henrietta – whatever her name was – smiled a doe-eyed smile. The noise of a rattling trolly came clattering down the halls and she shot up, grabbing her water bottle, looking around in a panic. "If anyone asks, I was never here." She began to scurry away and before I could stop her, she shouted back, "Bye, Sienna!" with a small, frantic wave.
That was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. But there was something about that girl that made me like her. I couldn't explain it, but she bloomed a sort of contagious sunshine, and her mind was one to make people wonder who the hell she exactly was.