A week later, Mr.
Robbins was handing back tests from the day before. Mine came
back with a red 90 on it, but next to it in small letters was
"See me after class." I hope he doesn't think I cheated.
The rest of the class was spent going over the
rang, and as the others filed out, I went up to Mr. Robbins'
desk. "You wanted to see me?" I asked.
would like to have a meeting with you and your
"You know I don't
have any," I answered quietly.
right. Well, any adult will do. Are you free
about at six back here?"
"Can it be
at my house?" I asked. "I just don't think I'll have time to walk
home from work, change, then walk here."
best." I wrote down my address for him and left, wondering what
the meeting could possibly be about.
don't have anyone else to ask! I was debating whether or not
I should ask Rick to be my "guardian" for the meeting. I didn't
have any other choices, so it had to be him. I didn't want him in
the house either; he'd just come in my room again. It'll be
okay. Worst case scenario, he says no and you'll be alone at the
meeting. If he does say yes, just don't let him in until tomorrow
I paced around
nervously, trying to figure out how I should ask him because we
weren't exactly on the best of terms. After the sun had set, I
went next door and knocked. I can't believe I'm doing this.
I'm just asking for trouble. Don't say anything stupid.
Don't run your mouth. Just bite your tongue. Basically, just
don't do anything to piss him off, no matter what he says.
The door creaked open to show Rick standing there, wearing jeans
and a plaid shirt with a white tee underneath.
asked, cocking one eyebrow.
Campbell," I said, putting my head down. I hated looking in his
eyes; it gave me a weird feeling. "My math teacher wants to have
a meeting with me and my guardian tomorrow night,
have any guardians," he interrupted.
"I know. I
was just wondering if you could stand in," I said, running a hand
through my hair.
"Let me get this
straight. You want me to do you a
"Of all the
people to choose from, why did you pick me? There's got to be
someone who will actually have something nice to say about
"Maybe," I said.
"But nobody here has ever talked to me, you know?"
realize you're playing with fire?"
sounding annoyed. "What time?"
answered softly, "at my house."
"Is this an
invitation?" he asked smoothly, almost bringing me to look up at
him. I hated how he could do that.
you in tomorrow, not tonight." He reluctantly agreed and went
back to his business, closing the door in my face like I had done
I slowly walked back to my house,
ashamed with what I had just done. My pride had never taken that
bad of a hit in my life.