Chapter Nine - “Uh... She... She Saw Someone’s Nudes!”
“Okay, everyone,” Mr London begins, walking towards the middle of the classroom. “Today we will be working on our assignments--” Mr London gets cut off by students groaning, some even slamming their hands on the tables. When Mr London settles everyone down, he continues. “--on the Prisoners Of War.”
As everyone begins to groan again, I can’t help but smile a little. History may be a subject hated by a few, but to me, it is actually pretty interesting. World War l and World War ll may be the past but the history behind it all, the experience of it all, it is mind-capturing, especially to someone like me.
“I fucking hate this class...” I hear someone groan and I can’t help but roll my eyes. After everyone finishes complaining, Mr London claps his hands together.
“So, I want you all to grab a laptop from the front and begin on your assignments. The questions that you will be researching on will be on the board for you all to refer to. So, there shouldn’t be anyone saying ‘I don’t know what to do’ because everything you have to do is on the board.” Mr London explains and students begin to rise from their seats, walking towards the front to grab a laptop.
When I grab mine and sit in my seat, the second-last table closest to the back, I start the laptop. When I type in the login, I hear someone knock at the door and a few people look up while Mr London walks over to the door. It swings open, revealing one of the office ladies who run errands and collect people. Noticing the yellow note in her hand, I realise that someone will be going to Principal Green.
“Hello, Rachel, what can I help you with?” Mr London asks and the lady hands him the yellow note. Mr London looks down at the note before looking at the class. When his eyes land on me though, my eyebrows furrow slightly. “Harriet Parker. You are wanted by Principal Green.”
Wait, me? Why? Am I in trouble? I haven’t done anything, I don’t think... I begin to think to myself as I rise from my seat. Tara looks at me worryingly, her eyes furrowing at me. I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder. As I go to walk past Tara, she grabs at my hand.
“Tell me everything.” Tara says and I nod, beginning to walk towards the door with eyes staring at me suspiciously.
What could Principal Green possibly want me for?
“Uh, you wanted to see me?” I ask, walking into the room. Principal Green nods and motions for me to take a seat. When I do, he folds his arms across the table.
“Yes. Mostly about that program you used to do for the students who were failing.” Principal Green says and I nod slowly.
“The tutoring after school?” I say, earning a nod from Principal Green. He takes out a file from under his desk and slides it across the table, handing it to me.
“I need you to start the program up again. There are a few students who really need to get their grades up if they want to graduate. And since you are the only person who didn’t have a problem with any of the students last semester, I thought that maybe you can do it again.” Principal says as I open the file. “If you can, of course.” He adds and I look at the names on the paper and what they all need help with.
Christopher Miller - Maths.
Stacie Elaine - English and French.
Ryder Mathews - Science.
Tyler Adams - History and Visual Arts.
I nod slowly and close the file. But suddenly, my mind begins to spin out, making me drop the file onto the floor. “Are you okay, Miss Parker?” Principal Green asks and I nod, reaching down to grab the file. As I pick it up, my mind begins to spin around the names, making me open the file again.
Tyler Adams - History and Visual Arts.
Why does that name sound so... familiar?
“So, will you do it?” Principal Green asks and I look up at him, looking into his blue eyes. I nod and smile at him.
“I’d be happy to.”
“I thought you hated tutoring?” Tara asks as we begin to walk to my locker. When I get it open, I slide my bag off of my shoulder, opening it.
“No, it’s just that the people that I had to tutor never paid attention which made me annoyed. I never said that I hated helping people.” I say, earning a laugh from Denise.
“You sure think it though--”
“Think what?” I hear a voice say, making Tara and I groan while Denise jumps in excitement. We both watch as Denise turns around, a wide smile on her face. Before I can see Alec and Denise kiss, I turn my head and stare into my locker like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.
And quite frankly, in this situation, it is.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” Denise squeals and I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“I know, hey? What are you doing now? I was thinking we can go grab something to eat.” Alec says and I can just imagine Denise’s smile widen.
“I’d love to!” Denise says and I look over at her. I also notice Tara snaps her head over to Denise too. Denise looks over at the two of us and runs a hand through her hair. “I mean, if it’s okay with you two.” Denise adds and I look over at Tara.
“Nope.” Tara says immediately and Denise narrows her eyes at Tara. I sigh, knowing that if I don’t just let Denise go with Alec, there will be an argument between the two again.
“Here we go again--”
“Just go, Denise. You two don’t really need to argue about this.” I say, looking over at Tara. “Right, Tara?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at her. When Tara scowls and crosses her arms over her chest, I send her the smallest smile. “Good. You two have fun--”
“But not too much fun.” Tara cuts in and Denise smiles, bringing Tara into a hug. When she let’s go of her, she grabs Alec’s hand and waves at the both of us.
“See you later!” Denise smiles happily and I nod, forcing my smile to grow. When they begin to walk, I notice Alec look back at the both of us, sending us a short, hard glare.
“Forget him.” I say, placing whatever I need to in my locker. “Denise knows how to defend herself.” I say, making Tara growl.
“Bullshit. She’ll probably be as clueless as ever.” Tara says and I shake my head, glancing at Denise and Alec who have now left the building.
“She’s smart. Denise knows what to do.”
“Wait, so who do you have to tutor?” Tara asks and I grab the folder out of my bag, placing it in front of me. I open the file and show Tara the names, watching as she nods slowly.
But then, she screams.
I furrow my eyebrows and look at her. Before I can say a word though, my bedroom door flies open and we both look over at Dad who is holding a pair of oranges in his hand.
“What’s wrong? What happened? Who screamed? Are you both okay--”
“Dad,” I snap loudly, holding in my laugh. “Everything is okay. Tara just screamed because...” I glance over at Tara and bite down on my lip. What the hell am I suppose to say? I suck at lying and I have really bad word vomit...
Think, Harriet, think... I say to myself as I look back at Dad. “Uh... she... she saw someone’s nudes!” I nearly shout, earning a gasp from Tara. I look at Dad, watching as he slowly looks over at Tara.
“W-What?” Dad stutters and Tara looks over at me, her eyes wide.
“Uh, yeah! I, uh, was scrolling on Facebook and some naked lady was on it.” Tara says, looking back at Dad. When Dad glances over at me, he shakes his head and laughs.
“If it’s just a girl...” Dad says, grinning at the two of us. “Weird. Very weird.” Dad says before walking out of my room. I furrow my eyebrows and look over at Tara.
“Want to explain that?” I ask and Tara points down at the file.
“Tyler Adams. Do you know who he is?” Tara asks and I look down at the file, re-reading the name that looked so familiar before when I was in Principal Green’s office.
Wait a second... Tyler Adams...
Suddenly, the night of the party flashes through my head and I gasp, my eyes wide. I saw him! He was sitting on the roof with me! Drinking! And...
“Oh my God.” I say, running my hands through my hair.
“Are you?” I can’t help but ask and Humpty looks off to the side, a sad look on his face. He looks back over at me and nods slowly.
“My sister hung herself a year ago.” Humpty explains and I wipe my tears away, watching as Humpty closes his eyes. “I didn’t know how to cope. I was a mess -- hell, I’m still a mess today.”
“Tara...” I breathe out, looking up at my best friend. “Please tell me Tyler Adams has a twin.”
“Why?” Tara asks, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. I smack my head in disbelief, not believing that I didn’t even remember I was talking with the Bad Boy himself!
“Because I might have told him a few things at the party... Oh, and I may have called him Humpty.”