Page 9 of Saving Tracey
I wonder why?
"How do you know if I'm being honest or not?" I forced my voice to come out strong and angry despite the fear that rushed through my veins at being faced with his anger. "All of my answers have been honest. They just haven't been complete answers."
No need to tell him that the last answer was a lie.
Kaleb looked over at me in irritation. I swallowed hard. "Tracey, seriously, I've told you before and I'll tell you again that I need this grade. I can't write a two-page paper about what I learned from you and all of that other crap we have to write about if you continue to give me evasive, bullshit answers."
I clenched my jaw. "Yes, you can." I was losing my patience. "You're supposed to be smart, aren't you? Use the fucking brain that God gave you."
How could he not write a paper about me?I could even give a sample off the top of my head.
Tracey Olive is a different person altogether. She is not your average girl. In fact, she is quite the bitch. I pity anyone that is forced to talk to her.
I have learned from Tracy that you should not act as she does. You will be left alone with no one to turn to because in reality, who really wants to be friends with someone who is rude all of the time?
Tracey also does not give a damn about her grades. Anyone who does not care about their grades will never make it anywhere in life. Looking at Tracey, I am glad to have been Glendad with intelligence. Tracey makes me want to aim even higher than I already have been.
Some people just take shit for granted, and Tracey is one of those people.
Of course, Kaleb's brainiac ass could do better than that, but still, there were some ideas to go off of. So, how could he not write a paper? It wasn't complicated at all. I just threw some ideas down right there within just a few seconds.
"Favorite subject?" His sudden question jerked me from my thoughts.
I stared down at my desk. “Don't have one.” That was mostly honest at least. I hated school with a fucking passion, and I wouldn’t even bother coming anymore if not for my dad breathing down my neck about it all of the time to keep social services off his ass.
I heard him sigh, but he didn't comment on my answer. "Worst subject?"
"All of them.” Again, a mostly honest answer.
He blew out a harsh breath, but he still didn't comment on my answer. "Okay, Tracey, why are you such a bitch?"
I swung my head to the side to look at him, my eyes wide with alarm. Had he really just asked me that question so bluntly? I thought the good ole' golden boy, Kaleb, was expected to be nicer than that.
"I choose to be.” The first completely real, honest answer I had given him fell from my lips. "I don't like people. No one wants to be around a total bitch."
"Finally, a real answer. I thought you were going to continue giving me answers that I can't do anything with."
His comment set me on edge, sending my guard right back up again. “Ask me some real questions."
"I have been." He narrowed his eyes, making fear spike in my veins. "You just don't give real answers."
The problem with his questions was that he was asking ones that I couldn't give real, straight answers to. I couldn't let anyone know what was going on in my life. I couldn't express my feelings. I had to keep it all bottled up inside.
The answers he wanted to hear were never going to come.
"Alright, next question. How do you feel about being an only child?"
I thought it was fine. I didn't want siblings. They would only get hurt, too.
"I like being an only child just fine.” I shrugged. “As I said, I don't like people.” I didn’t want him looking too deep into something.
But why the fuck was I answering his questions now instead of arguing with him?
Oh yeah, because I wanted him to leave me the hell alone so I could go on about my life without worrying that he would get too nosey and try to interfere in anything that really wasn't his business.
The bell rang, and I sighed in relief. Finally, some peace. I could go to my other three classes, eat lunch, and not have to worry about anyone bothering me. No one would notice me.
That was what I had hoped for, at least.
