Accidentally in Love

Tutor

five

s c o t t

"HOW DID YOU BECOME FRIENDS with Einstein?" Peter said when we're off our first subject in the afternoon.

"I just talked to him."

"So, if I approach and talk to him, we can be friends? And maybe I can let him help with my assignments and projects." He said and I poked my finger to his head.

"You're taking advantage of him."

He snorted. "I bet it's also the reason why you befriended him."

"No, it's not!"

"Really?" He raised a brow and gave me that I don't really believe you look.

Of course, it's not the reason why I befriend him.

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I WAS ABOUT to slam my locker close when someone blocked a hand prevented it to close making me turn my head.

"Jolie." I was surprised to see her.

"Hey, Scott." She said, beaming and her smile was blinding. "So, you're already friends with Dane." She stated and I nodded, closing my locker. I advanced, nudging closer to her. Jolie's back was already leaning at the lockers and I placed my hand alongside the locker just beside her head, pinning her.

I've been meaning to do it ever since the first day.

I couldn't help but crack a grin in my face. "It's all for you." I whispered as I leaned my mouth to her ear and hearing her giggled made my heart thump.

I would like to hear her giggle again. . . and again.

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". . . OULD USE THE quadratic formula and— hey!"

I jumped when Art flicked my forehead making me woke up from my trances.

We were in a huge public library outside the school, located on a six story building on the fourth floor, because it'll still be open late at night. We stay and leave anytime unlike at the school library, it'll close at five.

And I was thinking things on how to execute my mission.

How can I let him fall in love with me?

I don't know about gay people. What they really like or are they just any different to girls? I don't think flowers will work or chocolates and so on.

"Are you listening?" He frowned behind his long bangs that almost covered his glasses and eyes.

"Yes, of course. But you badly need a hair cut." I raised my hand trying to tuck his bangs away so I could see his eyes when he turned his head away from my hand.

"None of your business." Art pushed my hand back. "I'm not here so you can lecture me about my hair Mr. Carver." He sounds pissed. Oh, s**t. "You're wasting my time! If you don't want to listen, then I should better go home."

I placed my hand on the top of his hand when Art stood, ready to go. Surprisingly, his hand felt warm beneath my cold one.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for spacing out on you." I said looking so sorry. "I really need you. We're going to have a long quiz the day after tomorrow and I didn't understand a single damn thing."

That was damn true.

Art pulled his hand which was beneath mine and I wanted to grab it again because my hand suddenly felt cold without his hand.

"Sit down. I swear, I will listen. . . thoroughly." I gave him a small smile and hopeful eyes.

Art narrowed his eyes but he still sat down again making me smile widely. Snatching my notes, he begin pointing the word problem that he was trying to made me analyze minutes ago.

He had a very short temper, easily gets pissed off and impatient and also fast at teaching. I'm glad my brain can process the things that he's saying. I'm a fast learner but there were just times when I don't listen to the class and just stare blankly or sleep with my eyes open during lectures, especially math. I hate numbers. Ever since and when I reached middle and high school. I also learned to hate letters that is accompanied by a number.

We cleared the desk ten minutes before seven in the evening and decided to go home. I walked beside him to the elevator.

"Hey, there's a restaurant below, how about I'll treat you to dinner for teaching me." I said and I watched his hand that pressed the down button for the elevator.

"No, thanks." He said without looking at me. So Art like.

"Then how can I thank you?"

He turned his heel, facing me. "Thank me after you pass your exam." He said and a smile crept on my lips.

"Fine, then." I agreed. "If I get seventy-five—no, I mean, eighty percent of the quiz, then I will treat you to dinner." I grinned.

Art adjusted his glasses, his fingers touching the stem of the frames, sliding it up a little. He seriously looked like a genius with his looks.

"That's fine." He said flatly.

I'm going to show or prove him that I can do it.

I raised my hand so we can shake hands but he just stared at it just when the elevator door opened with a ding sound. He went inside, leaving me with my hand in the air waiting to be shook. Oh. I pulled my hand back and went inside the elevator with Art, gladly there's no one inside that closed metal box. Saves me from getting embarrassed when Art didn't took my hand.

He also doesn't like handshakes. Noted.

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