Art
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I DIDN'T REALLY MIND TEACHING Scott with this math subject. In fact, I kinda like hanging around late at night outside the house because I will be lonely once I went home. Mom and dad always went home late at night and I'm left all alone in the house. And I have nothing to do than read books, study and so on.
I don't want to keep on studying. I'm also a normal being, I wanted to roam around outside and maybe talk to someone sometimes. And I'm glad that I could have company every after school, Scott.
But I always keep my defenses up not because I don't really trust the guy. I'm always like that ever since someone once took advantage of me. He kinda used my feelings for him and I didn't realized he was already choking me to death. And I don't want it to happen again.
I like men. I'm gay but no one knows except for my family. And they doesn't judge me about it. They're happy as long as I'm happy was what they said and I'm so glad hearing it from them. I was bracing myself that time, about the possibility that they might disown me because I like d***s. They might throw me away, but they didn't.
I was walking to the building where me and Scott will be meeting, at the fourth floor where the public library were located. When I saw him who just entered the glass door, pushing it.
I didn't wait for him and pressed the up button, when I felt him on my back. I could hear his loud breathing and I bet he was running when he saw me.
Yesterday, I was glad about him saying he would treat me to dinner but I refused, I should be the one thanking him, no? For I don't have to be alone at the house. And I didn't shook his hand because I just don't feel like it.
I'm sometimes like that.
"Hey!" He greeted, from behind.
I just tilted my head enough for my eyes to see glimpse of his face before I looked forward again waiting for the elevator door to open.
He nudged my shoulder when we went inside the crowded elevator. "You're teaching me logarithm today." He said making me think about its function and I just nod.
We were again stuck at the library for hours and I'm glad because Scott's a fast learner, or else, I don't know what to do.
"Are you sure you have low grades in math?" I asked while I was roaming my eyes around the library. I already know the placement of the books there, what kind of book in each shelves since I always went there.
"Yes." He said. He was busy answering some equations I gave. "I never really listen to every discussions." He chuckled making me frown.
"Do you really like to pass that subject?"
Scott raised his head from the paper and stopped scribbling. "Yes." He beamed and I wanted to stump on my own feet when I felt my heart skipped a beat!
I looked away feeling my face turned in a slight shade of pink. What the hell! I placed my hand on my chest, patting it before I stood from my chair.
"I'm going to look for some books." I didn't wait for his approval and went to the fiction books area. I've been interested in medical novels; about how you can catch diseases from foods and stuffs making me aware of my surroundings.
I banged my forehead at the binders of the books, making my eyeglass fell on the floor, for acting like a love sick teenager. What the hell is wrong with me! I just blushed a minute ago!
Does that mean I like Scott? God, Arthur! He's not even my type!
I bent down to pick my eyeglass and randomly picked a book just to slam my forehead again.
"Are you okay?" I jumped in surprise when I heard Scott, peeking from the end of the shelf.
I stood straight, fixing my glasses and cleared my throat before I nodded to Scott. "Of course, everything's fine."
"You sure? I just saw you smacking your head at the poor book." He pointed the book.
"I. . . I remembered something. But it's okay." I waved my hand. "Are you done already, Mr. Carver?"
"No." I arched a brow. "I have a question."
"Oh." I placed the book back in the shelf and walked back to the table after Scott.
After correcting Scott's answers and taught him the rest of the topics that will be covered up for his exam, we decided to go home and I ended up borrowing the book I saw.
"You better swear to dine with me if I meet the condition." He reminded me when we're about to part ways.
"Of course."
Scott smiled, showing his teeth. "And don't call me Mr. Carver or Carver. Just. . . Scott." He said.
"Okay." I said after a short pause. "Scott." His name, though it was already common, was nice.
"Then I'll call you Art."
I was surprised to hear him saying my nickname. Even though everybody call me that name, it sounds different from Scott.
"I don't really care." I said before turning away from Scott and started walking while shaking my head. I'm just tired.
"I'll see you tomorrow." I heard him said but didn't bothered to look back at him.
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