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Impossible
Chapter 3
I think I might have dressed up a little too much for today.
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Or well I dressed up more than I usually do.
This morning, I had my tutoring session with the cutie, Mr. Vanderwal.
He was going to tutor me in the mornings, like a zero period.
I curled the last uncurled piece of my blonde hair, then headed to school.
Let's see how this session will go, I'll prove to Erica that I can win any bet.
I arrived at school, then walked down the empty, quiet hallway-- towards Mr. Vanderwal's
room. Room 38.
I began to get shaky, I wonder if it was from how excited I was,
or about what was going to happen.
My ice cold hand turned the door handle, then marched inside.
"It's fr-reezing outside!" I exclaimed as I began to warm up.
Mr. Vanderwal looked up from his phone with a bright look on his face.
"Brittney! So glad you came! Come, take a seat," He motioned with his hand.
I slide into my seat, then layed my bag on the floor.
"Let's open our books to page 117, where chapter 10 starts," He said flipping his book open.
I rolled my eyes. Who wants to start learning this early? I know I don't.
I looked around the room for something to talk about.
I spotted his iPod. Score.
"I need a tissue," I lied to have an excuse to get up & check his iPod.
I walked to the tissue box, did my business, then walked back.
I casually stopped by his iPod.
Please let him listen to good music. Please.
I looked on the squared screen. Coldplay.
"No way! You listen to coldplay too?" I asked astonished.
He turned around from his seat and smiled , "You do too?"
"Yes! I love them!" I couldn't believe it. For once I can find someone
that actually listens to Coldplay, my favorite band.
"They're my favorite band," He smiled, that gorgeous smile of his.
"No way. I love them," I picked up his iPod then plugged it into the iHome.
I started playing the song he was listening to then sat down on the desk.
"I love this song," I whispered as a song quietly filled up the silence in the room.
I wandered around the room, looking all over the place and making small talk with Mr. Vanderwal. He was a charming man, and he was only 23.
That's not that old, considering I'm 17.
I found a Harry Potter book on one of his desks.
"Oh so you also read Harry Potter? That's two things we have in common," I laughed.
"You read Harry Potter?" He teased.
"Uh, yeah! What, you think girls aren't interested in that stuff?" I defended myslef.
"No, it's just I don't expect pretty popular girls like you to read those kinds of books," he said bravely.
My fave changed into a redish color, I so blushed. I turned around so he couldn't see me.
I told one of those chessy Harry Potter jokes I knew, and to my amazement,
he bursted out laughing.
I smiled crazily, for the fact that I made him laugh. Kudos!
"Stick your head in my sorting hat & I can tell you where you belong," I half smirked.
"Hahahahah!" I let out a loud laugh.
Wait, did he just use a pick up line on me?
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