Harriet and I came up with what we thought was a foolproof plan to try to smooth over hurt feelings. We knew that today Kristy was going to come back to school after her suspension. See, I tutor some days after school, and ever since she was in the hospital last year, I've been tutoring her. So the plan was, I was going to tutor like normal, and not even mention, you know what, until after we were done with the session.
So I went to tutor her as usual. She's dyslexic (did I spell that right? I had to look in the dictionary) so she has trouble with reading and spelling and English. We went over last week's lessons and some of the spelling words (I had to ask Hilary for the word list) and we also skimmed through the math assignment. The whole time she wouldn't even look at me. Of course I was bummed about it, but I have to remember that part of this is in fact my own fault.
Worse, when I was leaving the gym, who would come up to me but you-know-who and her latest little accessory, Marisa Perez.
"You have the math assignment, right, Brainiac?" Meredith asked.
"The one I asked you to do for me last night."
"You never asked me to do any assignment," I said, "and besides, even if you had, I wasn't going to do it anyway." As soon as I'd said it I wished I hadn't.
"You said WHAT?" Meredith shouted in my face. "I told you, you four-eyed loser, you'd better have my homework assignment for me --"
"Or I tell the whole school what really happened to your parents."
"You don't know anything about my parents!"
"You think not?" Meredith folded her arms. "Just for that, I want last night's assignment and tonight's. Got that?"
"I'm not doing your homework, Meredith!"
"I'll lock you up in your own locker if you don't do it." I heard Marisa give some amused snickers. The fact is, I know Meredith tries to copy off of me in class, so I've been trying to sit as far away from her as I can.
I feel like crap now, and I'm not sure what to do about it. For the first time in my life, I really don't have the answers.