“My decision is not up for negotiation, Miss Esther. Now please take your seat.” He said pushing at his spectacles again.
I gave him a final disheartened look and turned away, sitting down at my desk. Let’s just think positive. Maybe he’s a nerd, a very innocent person with big Harry Potter-style glasses, only with more thick lenses. Maybe he won’t even pay attention if I was a girl and will only tutor me for the two hours and leave. Yeah, that might be. I am sure if he’s a good student, then he has to be a nerd. Okay, I feel good now, everything will be alright.
“I assume you got yourself a new Maths tutor?” Mirabelle asked from beside me without looking up from her notebook where she was scribbling down some formula shit.
“Don’t say that ‘assume’ word again, or else I am going to bite you,” I hated how Mr. Donovan said ‘I assume’ so many times and made me accept a tutor.
She giggled, “Okay, okay. So who’s going to be YOUR tutor? I bet he has to be exceptionally skilled to teach you Maths.”
“I can annoy him to death if I don’t even attempt to learn something. He might leave me before the exams. I will be free,” I squealed, and every other student looked my way. I calmed down, embarrassed.
“Yeah, sure. I am confident you can do that alright. But mind you, I am not going to play the role of your tutor then,” she said sternly.
“Huh, I don’t need your help. I have Julian. He will teach me.” I said as I looked towards the back desks. He caught me watching him and winked at me with an adorable smile. I liked his smile, but not as much as Michael’s smirk. Ugh, not again. Sharon, don’t think about that bastard.
“Best of luck to poor Julian then, trying to teach you Maths.” She giggled, and the bell rang, indicating the end of the class.
Chapter-14 Sharon
“Okay, bye Shar. Hope you have fun with your new nerd tutor,” Mirabelle said in her chirpy voice.
“Come on stop teasing me. I am not going to be a goody two shoes for him, I will be the most annoying student that he has ever had to teach,” I said crossing my arms over my chest.
Ashley, Sierra, Gerard, and Jerome were all just coming out through the gate of the college; all prepared to go home. When I had first met them, I had thought we would be the great college group, but it wasn't really like that. We didn’t hit it off as well as I had thought. We weren’t that close friends, and just sat together at lunch time. Mirabelle too was going home in her car, and I would have to catch the bus to get back home. Thank you, Mr. Donovan,, for this thought of yours to help me in Maths. Finally, Julian too climbed down the stairs to get back home.
“Hey Ju…,” I went up to greet him, and he caught hold of my waist and kissed me softly on my lips.
“Hi babe,” he said, his eyes fondly taking me in. He stole another kiss, just as I was going to reply. He was obsessed with kissing me. This time, though, I didn’t let the kiss break too soon. I bit onto his lips just as he was going to leave mine; our tongues swirled together in unison as he smiled into the kiss. I could hear, oohs and aahs from behind me, probably from Gerard and Jerome. As we separated, we stared into each other’s eyes, smiling after which Julian let go of my waist and instead settled for holding my hand.
“So, now that you two are done slurping on each other’s saliva, I think you’re going to be late for your extra class,” Mirabelle said cockily.
“Gross, ‘Belle, shut up. When you had a boyfriend, you used to push your tongue down his throat all the time,” I said back to her with a smirk.
“Shut up. Julian, are you coming?” She said looking at Julian.
“Yeah, we should probably go. Sharon wouldn’t want to be late for her first extra class,” he chuckled. He was clearly happy to tease me about it as well.
I rolled my eyes, “You two are the same. I promise to send him away by the third day. And Julian, then you’re going to be my teacher,” I said, twirling my hands around his neck.
“I would love to teach you Maths as well as many other things which include an element of sexy in it as well,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.
I lightly smacked his chest, “Sure you do lover boy, now go,” I pushed him playfully.
“Bye ‘Belle,” I said as she waved the back of her hand while walking towards her car.
I sighed and started walking up to the library where my tutor was supposed to be there right now. This was ridiculous. I am in college, yet I have to take tuition classes from a senior. I could just bunk his tutoring class and go home. But then again, I couldn’t do that; he would probably complain to Mr. Donovan, and I would be in more of a problem.
The library was empty except for the librarian. I gave her my name and told her about the tutoring, to which she just nodded her head and said that there was a guy at the last table behind the shelves of Maths books. Okay, this was not good news, that table is completely hidden behind the several shelves of books.
He could, well, be a serial killer. Stop giving stupid excuses Sharon, and just go with it. How bad can it be? I started walking towards the table and there was my tutor.
Sitting hunched over, and looking out the window. He probably heard my footsteps and turned around, and oh boy, this was not good. This was not good at all. I had stopped walking and stared blankly at him.
Chapter-15 Michael
I smirked, looking at her shocked and surprised condition. Her mouth had slightly opened, and her eyes bulged out wide; she looked comical. She started looking around, probably thinking she had someone else as a tutor, and I was just sitting there. As she completed her inspection, not finding anyone else, she looked back to me.
“Are you here to take extra classes too?” she asked, trying to reassure herself that was how it was.
I chuckled. “No babe, I am here to tutor you,” I said, still smiling, and patting the seat beside me for her to sit down.
There it goes again; her mouth fell open, and if it were not attached to her jaw, it would have probably touched the ground. She looked from me to the seat and then back to me.
“You’re bluffing!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air and immediately we could hear the librarian making annoyed noises, to keep us quiet.
“Well, I am not. Now will you please sit down and let me start your tutoring? I don’t want to get the bad mouth for your results in the upcoming tests.” I said matter of factly. I always take my jobs seriously.
She reluctantly took the seat beside me and slid it a bit further away from me.
“So, Mr. Donovan asked me to help you, saying that you’re quite much of a topper in Maths,” I chuckled, and I could see her face going red. This was cute. “How about we start with something easy?”
I started with the basics, and every time I would explain something and ask her to do a problem, she would just stare at her notebook and the textbook. She wouldn’t tell me that she couldn’t understand or anything, she would just sit there. I thought maybe she was too proud to say that she can’t understand so I explained the chapter to her about five times and yet she still wouldn’t understand. I couldn’t control it anymore. I am not a patient person, but for her sake, I tried.
“Where the hell is your mind? Are you even listening to what I am saying? It’s been one hour, and yet you haven’t done a single problem. What the hell are you trying to do?” I said exasperatedly.
“I am not interested in learning anything from a douchebag, good-for-nothing person like you,” now she talks with a calm voice. It was like the calm and pleasant environment you have before a storm.
“I don’t have any interest in teaching you what I had to learn with my own hard work. I am trying to teach you every shortcut and trick I have ever used so that you can get a good grade. If it weren't for you, I never would have agreed to do this, so just get your head in the game and get this shit over with,” I said back.
“That’s the damn problem. This is the problem. You go kissing me when you perfectly know I am dating someone, and then you would act like
it never happened. You just ignore me after that like you never knew me. I mean, why the hell are you doing this for me?” She said, anger evident in her voice.
She was going to say more, but I guess this was enough to trigger something in me, and I crashed my lips on hers. Like the last time, this time too, she was surprised. Oh, how I missed the feeling of her mouth! It had been weeks, and I had to see her kissing and hugging Julian, who didn’t even know how to protect her. Whenever I saw them together, I wanted just to snatch her away from him and kiss her senseless, to show her who is better for her. But this was so good, after such a long time. She tried to push me away. But I caught hold of her neck to make her stay in place and kept hold of her lips. After a couple of moments, she melted into my kiss. She started kissing me back. As my tongue entered her mouth touching hers, she moaned loudly, and I drank up all of it. She bit my lower lip, and as much as I hate it, I made a muffled moan too. I could feel her trembling hands; I smirked at the reaction I left on her and slowly released her lips. As we parted, her hands were still held in mine, and she looked back to my mouth. Then suddenly, as if she had woken up from a trance, she shook my hands off from her wrists and stood up in the flash of an eye.
“Oh no, you’re not doing this again. I am leaving,” she said hurriedly packing her books into her bag.
“Sharon.” I said calmly.
“No, I am not listening to you…” She was still trying to get her belongings into her bag.
“Sharon!” I said louder this time.
“What?” she shouted. And the sound ‘shhh’ echoed in the library. The librarian didn’t like this sort of noise in her peaceful heaven.
“Sit down,” I said, looking straight into her ocean blue eyes, swirling into different waves from her emotions.
She sat down slowly, looking at me and kept her bag down with half of the books tumbling out of it.
“I am not going to endure you ignoring me after this kiss,” she said with defiance.
“Then what the hell do you want?” I lost my calm again, but managed to keep my voice level so that she could only hear it. “What do you want, huh? You’re dating a guy and sucking face with him. What was I supposed to say to you when you were leaving my house the other day? Was it appropriate to say, no Sharon don’t go, I want to kiss you more? Was it?”
She was dumb-founded and just stared at me with those big blue eyes. I sighed.
“Look, I am not good at sharing feelings. And I do shit things, and you are dating someone else. But I tried to overlook you, I slept with others and did shit.” Her eyes narrowed at that statement, “I like you alright? From the first day you slapped me in front of the whole damn college. I know this is weird, but yeah, I liked your defiance and your no-nonsense attitude. You don’t throw yourself at me like the other girls,” I nervously laughed and ran my hands through my hair.
“So you like me?” It was like she didn’t hear anything else but just that.
“Yeah, I said that, didn’t I?” This time, she sighed.
“You know I should go, let’s just have our tutoring classes tomorrow when we are both in a fresh mind.” She said back to me, standing up and this time, there was no stopping her. I quietly got up too, and followed her down the stairs outside, bidding farewell to the librarian.
“I can just leave you at your house, I have my car,” I offered.
“No, it’s okay, I will just—“ I knew what she was going to say, and I didn’t like her being crowded up on that bus.
“Just sit alright? I am not going to eat you,” I said.
She looked down and obeyed, finally for the first time. I opened the door for her, and she sat down without a word. As I started to drive, I thought it was maybe better for her to go by bus or something. The tension was suffocating. I drove in silence and with the help of her directions reached her house. She didn’t say a word to me as she left my car, probably to enter her parents’ house.
***
I hadn’t got over the first kiss I had shared with Michael, and there he entered with another. Don’t get the wrong impression; it was amazing, I felt I was on cloud nine each and every time his tongue touched mine. But I had a boyfriend, how can I do this to him? I hadn’t said anything to him about the first kiss Michael and I had sneaked in, and now I have another. The types of thoughts were racing through my mind when Michael left me at my house. I didn’t turn back to say anything to him. It felt weird and awkward. He confessed he liked me and no wonder, if it turns out to be more than that in the future.
“Sharon, are you back darling?” Mum said from the kitchen, probably making our dinner. I didn’t understand how the time flew by when I was with him.
“Yeah, I am back, I am just going to my room,” I said already starting to climb the stairs.
“Why? Are you ill or something?” she said hurriedly. I could picture her worried figure standing in the kitchen, stopping all of the work she was doing.
“No, I am just a bit tired with all of the additional study for Maths. Don’t worry,” I said back to her, already half way up the stairs.
“Alright,” I heard her faint, almost non-existent voice from the kitchen as I entered my room and closed the door. I flopped down on my bed and sighed. My empty light blue ceiling stared back at me.
“What am I going to do now?” I whispered into the silence.
I am not used to so much attention. I was more of a guy than a girl in high school and no guy dared to even look at me in that sense, knowing that they would get an ear full. This was so weird.
Yeah, I like Julian, but with him, it felt like something wasn’t right, like I wasn’t supposed to be with him. With Michael though, everything felt good, I felt complete. He always made me angry or frustrated, but I liked it.
“Ugh,” I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head, not even realizing that I fell asleep, in thought of how Michael’s lips felt on mine.
The next tutoring sessions with him were professional, in fact totally professional. He did nothing but teach me Maths and help me out with my problems. He never mentioned the kiss or his feelings or anything. God, there he went again, ignoring me like I was some deadly disease-inflicted girl. I hated this characteristic of him; well, I didn’t mention it either. At least it wasn’t all awkward air between us right now, and then who was I to bring it up again?
To my astonishment, I passed my Maths exam with a shining B. That was the best result I had ever got in a Maths exam. Even when I cheated, I didn’t get that high of a grade. This was great. But with the tests being over, I had no excuse to meet Michael anymore. Maybe he will try and talk to me about things, now that the tutor-tutee relationship was over?
Chapter-16 Sharon
It had been a few weeks since I had any new encounters with Michael. I was happy for that, and then again, I felt not so good. It was like he had forgotten me after the kiss. It didn’t even matter to him, and why would it? A few days ago only I saw him entering with this new girl in the cafeteria during lunch break. He didn’t even seem to notice me then. He had sat with that girl at their usual table. That girl with her pink pouty lips and face, which looked like it had an inch of makeup on it couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She constantly touched his bicep or sometimes touched his chest with a pointed finger or even sometimes I could see her hands going underneath the table. Thank god I couldn’t see what she was touching then. I didn’t have any wish for that. I’m not much of a PDA person, and those things looked so nasty to me. Her face was too close to his ear or his lips, and he seemed to enjoy it. How I hated that overly powdered reptile! Like Mirabelle said, I needed to make up my mind as to who I want. But every time I would think of how Julian was so sweet to me and how I felt when I was near him and shit things like that, Michael and his obnoxious kiss would pop up in front of my face like I was reliving that moment again. I was thinking of telling Julian about what had happened between Michael and me tonight. Julian was acting very weird after we have returned from Michael’s house.
I couldn’t pinpoint as to what that was, he didn’t talk to me much, nor did he want to be all involved with me. It saddened me.
After I had gone home in the afternoon, with a day that was as annoying as my aunt Dorothy, I called up Julian. He wasn’t coming into college much these days.
After the third ring, when I thought he wouldn’t pick up the phone, he finally did, his voice came floating through the phone speaker, “Hi, Sharon, what’s up?”
“Uh, could you come for a stroll in the park? I wanted to tell you something.” My parents didn’t know I was dating; it wasn’t serious until now. So, I didn’t bother to get Julian to meet them yet, which is why I couldn’t ask him to come to my house.
“Yeah, I guess, how about 5?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure. I will be waiting by the pond.”
“Yeah, okay, bye,” Just as I was going to hang up, he spoke again, “Hey, S are you still there?”
“Yeah, I am here, what is it?”
“It’s just, you are very special to me, just remember that alright?” Okay, the guilt was setting in on me now.
“Bye. Meet you at 5,” I said and immediately hung up, afraid of what he might say next.
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