His Scarred Love

Chapter 7 - [No One Can Love Me]

She continued to tutor me every single day after school and I swear to god my marks went flying. I never thought French would be this easy. Or Math. Or Bio. Physics was an ass though, I had to admit.

Plus my teachers were going crazy. One asked me if I switched places with a twin that they don’t know about, and he was serious.

One afternoon, I walked into the library and placed the Math test in front of her. “Eighty-three.” I grinned.

She smiled. “Very nice!” She said as she looked through it. “But you made a silly mistake here.” She pointed at the third question.

I frowned. “Hey. I did pretty well.”

“I know! I’m just saying! What happens if you get a question like this on your exam? You have to make sure that you don’t make the same mistake twice.” She held up her right hand pointer when she spoke. It was something that I noticed she always did when she was trying to... well, disciple me. Along with that, she raised both her eyebrows.

I listened as she explained how to do the problem and then sighed.

“What?” She asked.

“Do I still need to be tutored?” I could be playing basketball with the guys right now.

She hesitated and leaned back into her chair. “Well, I think you’re doing great. So it’s really up to you. If you want to be tutored, I’ll do it, if not then you can stop and we’ll both go our own ways.”

I hesitated. “Wait… what?”

She smiled at me. “I know that you don’t actually like me, Nathan.”

I frowned. “Why would you say that?” I asked. It was true that I really didn’t like her as, well, a crush or anything… but I did think she was a good person and I actually think I like her as a friend.

“Well, everyone’s talking about it… I mean, we all know that you need some help, but honestly, you don’t need to ask me out to get that help. If you just asked me to help you with your work, I would have gladly helped.”

My frown deepened. “And you’re going to believe ‘everyone’ rather than me?” I asked, though ‘everyone’ was right.

She looked down and sighed.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t listen to what ‘everyone’ says.”

“Well it makes complete sense… I mean, no one can actually like me! You know, my boyfriend broke up with me after this happened?” Her normally cute face suddenly changed. She frowned and narrowed her eyes, looking at me strangely. She suddenly looked like mean b***h. I couldn’t believe that she could change that quickly. “How could anyone ever love someone who’s practically handicap?”

“You aren’t handicapped.”

“Yes I am. I’m blind in one eye.”

I hesitated. “So? What difference does it make, handicap or not? Albert Einstein was disabled. Beethoven was deaf. Stephen Hawking is in a wheelchair. And Tom Cruise, my favourite actor, is dyslexic! I don’t think being disabled messes up your life, I think it can make you better… at least, if you let it.”

She stared at me, looking surprised, and her bitchy look completely disappeared.

“f**k your ex-boyfriend. He can go jump off a cliff and die.” I was trying to be nice. “I mean, obviously all he cares about are looks. He’s much more disabled then you’ll ever be. I mean, you may be blind in one eye but you have a good heart.” I smiled at her. “He, however, is totally blind to everything other than good looking girls. I can’t believe he didn’t even see that you are such a nice person and I can’t believe that he couldn’t see that you were still capable of loving people. But there’s a good side to what happened to you, you know?”

She just looked at me, eyes wide.

“Now you’ll know who really loves you. I mean, the next guy that loves you will be the guy that loves you for more than just your looks.” I suddenly felt absolutely uncomfortable… what was I saying?

Her eyes got watery and she started to cry. “Are you serious?” She asked.

I was now confused. “Umm, about what? Why are you crying?”

People started to turn around and look at us.

She shook her head, trying to hold back her tears.

I started to feel bad, had I hurt her feelings? Maybe it sounded like I was calling her disabled.

Then, suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, crying on my shoulder.

I sat there, frozen in shock.

“Thank you so much… thank you for saying that…” She cried.

I hesitated but patted her back. “Um… I was only saying the truth… it’s what I think.” I bit my lip. Was that really how I felt?

But she pulled away as quickly as she had hugged me. “Sorry…” She said, looking around and wiping her tears.

I put my hand on my neck and looked around too. A lot of people were looking.

She then smiled at me. “Thanks, really.”

I nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

After that, she continued to tutor me, as if nothing had happened at all. I was surprised by the fact that she wasn’t acting awkward around me… actually, I was sort of happy.

I ended up walking her home after that, of course, there was no romance involved in the walk home. We just talked.

I found out that she has an annoying younger brother and strict parents. She wants to be a music teacher and she loves kids.

She’s also apparently really into Disney. Her favourite movie is the Lion King and her second favourite was Peter Pan. Going to Disney World is one of her dreams.

Another thing I learned was that she loved to read. It was her favourite way to “get out of this world.”

When we got to her house, I realized it was much smaller than I thought it would be. Actually, it was only a bit bigger than my own. She told me that she would love to invite me in, but her parents wouldn’t be too happy with that.

I told her that it’s okay, and I need to get home anyway.

When I turned around and started walking back, she called me. “Nate!”

I looked at her. “Yeah?”

She had a huge smile on her face. “I just thought I should let you know that I don’t think you’re a crack head anymore.”

I laughed.

When I got home, my mom was upset with the fact that I was late. She started yelling at me, at least until I showed her that math test I aced and told her that I was getting tutored.

I was slightly insulted by how speechless she was.