"Sounds like a plan." I answered and went to my seat.
                              
Near the end of class I got my hands on the tutoring sheet. Six people, including Tom, had signed up. That was almost half of this class. Yeah, not a lot of people are in AP Chemistry, who would've thought, right?
                              
I shouldn't have been surprised. There was a reason I called the teacher Shitty Smitty.
                              
"Good luck tutoring six people." Tom whispered to me.
                              
I snorted "I could always scare them into listening."
                              
Tom grinned "Worked for me."
                              
It did. I still remembered when he had to ask me to tutor him. I had considered buying him diapers for our first tutoring session, it was that bad.
                              
After my last class I found myself in a frustrating situation.
                              
"Come ON, you stupid machine!" I kicked the vending machine. I was in dire need of a snack and the thing from hell wasn't cooperating with me.
                              
I was getting stressed out and when that happened I needed to eat. See where the problem is? I couldn't eat!
                              
"Ah Jill, living up to her reputation." An annoying voice said behind me. I turned around to see Tasha looking at me as if she was looking at a public toilet.
                              
"Not now, Fishy." I rolled my eyes and turned around again. I sighed when Tash moved so she was standing next to me. Awesome. I was missing a parasite today, glad I found one just in time.
                              
I turned so I could look at her. I could see she hadn't given up the hair spray because of the incident. Good for her, overcoming trauma like that. She was wearing a tight baby blue dress. Although it could've been a shirt, it barely covered her ass.
                              
"You don't scare me." She was trying a little too hard to sound tough. Acting wasn't for her.
                              
"Good to know. Now make yourself useful and let it rain candy or leave me alone." Candy rain would be a dream come true. It would hurt though. I imagined Tash getting hit in the eye with a popsicle. I hadn't realised I was smiling until Tash cleared her throat. Ugh, I swear the girl was in love with me, she couldn't leave me alone.
                              
"You're acting like a badass now but that won't last." She had an evil grin on her face and for a second I was wondering if she was a psychopath or just plain weird. Hairspray fumes really did a lot of damage.
                              
"Was that supposed to be a threat? You really need to work on those." The least you could do was use a spinning chair and have a fluffy white cat on your lap. That's how it works.
                              
"Be careful, Jill." She whispered before she left. The girl loved her drama.
                              
I shrugged and kicked the vending machine once more. Nothing.
                              
"Fine, I'll feed you money so you feed me candy." Had I failed to mention I hadn't paid? Oops.
                              
I got two Mars bars instead of one. Yes, thank you universe, I needed that.
                              
By the time I got outside, everyone already left. I plopped myself down on the stairs and sighed.
                              
I didn't know what to do. I had debated on calling Chase. I had grabbed my phone and put it away again for at least twelve times. My lower lip was a mess because of the biting.
                              
The reason why I didn't want to call him wasn't because I didn't want to talk with him. I was afraid he wouldn't pick up. Sending a text seemed so lame. What would I text him anyway?
                              
No. A text seemed safe. He could answer when he was ready.
                              
I grabbed my phone again but didn't type anything. I hadn't heard from him for almost a week so I couldn't just text him 'hey, sup?' or something equally lame.