the fall from grace and David’s “male appetite” could be sparked by any encounter that he did not guard himself from. David feared his innate afflictions. His mother had told him how evil his father had become by letting the “demon” (as she sometimes had called it) control him. David’s fear lay more in consequence than the deviation from the called path.
“You were almost late. You live on the edge, huh,” she said, trying to get a little under his skin. David was not amused. “Hey, it was just a joke.” David replied with a sigh.
Carissa watched as he opened the Velcro strap binding his notebook, “So, what are we going to do first?”
David pulled three pages of paper out. “I thought we could do a few problems to see where you stand. You know, intellectually.”
Carissa wanted to call him an ass hole. Carissa wanted to throw her books across the room. She wanted stand up and leave. However, even though he was rude, she knew he made sense. She was the one being tutored, after all.
David arranged the papers on his desk. Each sheet had three problems from three different concepts that Mr. Gilbert had insisted David teach.
“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble this morning,” she said as he looked to the stack.
“How,” David paused, his eyes catching Carissa’s. Pretending to clear his throat, he continued, “How did you know I was in trouble?” David was now keenly locked on Carissa. Her soft cheeks glowed under the florescent lighting. He noticed the slight spread of her lips. He hair lay long across her shoulders and fell contoured to her breast. She was beautiful. Harlot, maybe but her beauty was undeniable. David tingled where every other teenage boy tingles at the site of his first physical attraction. The temptation set in and he felt a lump grow in his chest. As his heart raced and hands began to sweat, he felt his pants tighten.
David was frightened by the sensation. He began to think he was being possessed by a demon. Maybe it was a Smurf, but David highly doubted it. He had a passion, a draw, a pull, and in that moment faith did not exist. The girl in front of him was real and she was beautiful. In an instant of vulnerability, he doubted everything and knew nothing. He believed in God and Jesus and all that, but he knew that everything his mother told him could not be true. He knew that men and women needed each other. He knew that sometime down the line he would have to leave his mother. He had an idea that the rod his mother used, could not be the rod that was referred to in the Proverbs. His mother had told him that God knows what is going to happen, but he could not imagine the point of creation if God knew, before he was born, if he was going to hell or not. And in this moment, Carissa was a catalyst.
“David, did you hear me? I saw you and Mrs. Shelton talking. And, I heard some of it,” Carissa repeated.
David, flustered, fumbled with his papers. “Let’s just do some math.” He slid from the desk careful not to let Carissa see him from a front or side angle. He walked to the white board trying not to cause any unnecessary pressure, or friction to that matter. He could feel Carissa’s eyes follow his ginger steps. She wondered why he was walking so slowly but she did not ask. He took the marker from the tray lining the bottom of the board. The red ink smeared onto the white plastic with flowing ease. David’s hand jutted, the smell of the ink filling the room. David stepped to the side, back still facing Carissa even though he could have turned around at this point, and 5(2-8+4x)=x+4 glared back at her.
“You were almost late. You live on the edge, huh,” she said, trying to get a little under his skin. David was not amused. “Hey, it was just a joke.” David replied with a sigh.
Carissa watched as he opened the Velcro strap binding his notebook, “So, what are we going to do first?”
David pulled three pages of paper out. “I thought we could do a few problems to see where you stand. You know, intellectually.”
Carissa wanted to call him an ass hole. Carissa wanted to throw her books across the room. She wanted stand up and leave. However, even though he was rude, she knew he made sense. She was the one being tutored, after all.
David arranged the papers on his desk. Each sheet had three problems from three different concepts that Mr. Gilbert had insisted David teach.
“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble this morning,” she said as he looked to the stack.
“How,” David paused, his eyes catching Carissa’s. Pretending to clear his throat, he continued, “How did you know I was in trouble?” David was now keenly locked on Carissa. Her soft cheeks glowed under the florescent lighting. He noticed the slight spread of her lips. He hair lay long across her shoulders and fell contoured to her breast. She was beautiful. Harlot, maybe but her beauty was undeniable. David tingled where every other teenage boy tingles at the site of his first physical attraction. The temptation set in and he felt a lump grow in his chest. As his heart raced and hands began to sweat, he felt his pants tighten.
David was frightened by the sensation. He began to think he was being possessed by a demon. Maybe it was a Smurf, but David highly doubted it. He had a passion, a draw, a pull, and in that moment faith did not exist. The girl in front of him was real and she was beautiful. In an instant of vulnerability, he doubted everything and knew nothing. He believed in God and Jesus and all that, but he knew that everything his mother told him could not be true. He knew that men and women needed each other. He knew that sometime down the line he would have to leave his mother. He had an idea that the rod his mother used, could not be the rod that was referred to in the Proverbs. His mother had told him that God knows what is going to happen, but he could not imagine the point of creation if God knew, before he was born, if he was going to hell or not. And in this moment, Carissa was a catalyst.
“David, did you hear me? I saw you and Mrs. Shelton talking. And, I heard some of it,” Carissa repeated.
David, flustered, fumbled with his papers. “Let’s just do some math.” He slid from the desk careful not to let Carissa see him from a front or side angle. He walked to the white board trying not to cause any unnecessary pressure, or friction to that matter. He could feel Carissa’s eyes follow his ginger steps. She wondered why he was walking so slowly but she did not ask. He took the marker from the tray lining the bottom of the board. The red ink smeared onto the white plastic with flowing ease. David’s hand jutted, the smell of the ink filling the room. David stepped to the side, back still facing Carissa even though he could have turned around at this point, and 5(2-8+4x)=x+4 glared back at her.
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