I woke up from that dream again.
I sighed.
I don't understand. I keep on trying to remember that part of my childhood especially the boy but i get nothing.
Maybe the dream is just a part of my wild imagination.
"Good morning Dean." Pamela greeted me as I saw her on the corridor.
"Good morning." I smiled.
When we reached inside the classroom, I saw Grey already sitting on his chair beside mine.
What now?
I looked behind me to check if it was me, he was smiling at. And i found out that the smile was indeed, for me.
I sighed. Don't make your hopes too high Dean. Somebody spoke at the back of my mind.
I shook my head and silently sat down on my hair.
The door of the classroom swung open and our adviser entered. she went with her usual morning routine.
Then she asked. "Mr. Anderson, how is your tutoring with Mr. Sanders?"
I stiffened. I have no answer.
"We are doing very well ma'am. in fact, we have reached kinematics in a circular motion." grey answered casually.
"That's good. So, I will be expecting you to have high scores on the exam."
"Don't worry ma'am." He said and put his left arm around my shoulders and pulled me towards him. "I have a good tutor here." He added.
I was taken aback by his actions. and the fact that he is touching me now makes me shiver.
I felt like there's a bolt of electricity channeling from his hand towards every inch of my body.
"That's good." Mrs. Dayman commented, and she turned around to face the board, I mean the smart board.
And our position is getting awkward so I tried to remove his arm over my shoulders, but it won't budge so I look at him to send the message.
The bastard is smiling!
"You have to make it up to me." He said, grinning then removed his arm.
What is he up to?
Later that afternoon, I went to the locker room to collect my things. I was thankful that there were only a few students lurking inside.
I hurried to my locker. when i finished, i turned around and stepped back but to my surprise, I saw Grey in front of me, grinning with his hands on his pocket.
"So, tonight at my house." He said casually.
I looked away from him. "Can we have another venue?" I asked.
"Why? What's wrong with my place?" That voice in my head again.
I sighed in defeat. "Okay, your house. 7:00 PM."
"Good." he mumbled and his smile widened. then he walked out of the room.
I heaved out a deep sigh of relief. I realized I was holding my breath!
...
I was on his doorstep and was hesitant to knock. I turned around to walk away but the scene earlier that morning flashed before me.
I sighed. He saved me from Mrs. Dayman's wrath so basically, I owe him.
I turned back and knocked.
"Come in." He said so I did.
He was watching a TV series called NCIS-my favorite.
Since his back was on me, I Had to clear my throat for him to turn around. He tilted his head and as soon as he saw me, a smile painted on his lips.
"Hi." he said.
"Hi." I said timidly and cleared my throat again which suddenly have gone dry. "So, uh, are you ready for your lesson?" I asked.
"More than ready." He said still with that smile.
"So, Uh, where should-?"
"here." He said motioning on his lap.
My brow arched.
"I'm kidding."
"Okay, first things first." I started. "No funny business, okay? Everything we talk about should be related to the lesson."
"Sure." He said.
I sat on the sofa opposite to his.
And the bastard! He leaned back on his couch and put his arms on the arm rests with his legs widely spread.
It was no big deal if he just buttoned his white polo which is now exposing his abs and that damn broad chest of his.
It was no big deal if he's put on something over that boxers of his.
I looked away. "Mr. Sanders, I could really appreciate if you change your clothes to formal ones." I muttered.
"Why should I? I'm just in the house." he said.
"It's distracting." I said.
"Hmmm..." He rubbed his chin. "Why is that?"
I looked at him and regretted to see his mischievous smile.
AAAARrrrrrrrggghhhh!
"Never mind. Let's proceed on our lesson." I muttered and opened the book.
He chuckled.
“In a circular motion, there are two forces, the centripetal and the-.” I arched my brow upon seeing him. “Are you even listening to me?”
His bemused smile broadens. “You are so cute.” He mused.
I looked at him sharply, but his eyes met mine. By his gaze, he seems to be measuring my capacity to look at him in the eye. And the nerve! He’s beaming!
I looked away and he chuckled.
“Look, Mr. Sanders, if you’ll keep on doing that, I’ll go, and you study on your own.” I said.
“Okay.” He said, half-laughing and raised his hands in defeat.
“Here. Read that and answer this problem.” I said and stood.
“Where are you going?” He asked
“Outside. Just call me if you’re done.” I muttered and turned.
As I reached the door he called.
“hey, I wanted to ask about this part.”
I turned back and look upon where his finger is pointing at. I have to stoop in order for me to see it clearly and I am trying everything I can to avoid gazing on his bare chest.
I gulped.
“t-this is what I’m talking about earlier.” I said and look up.
Oh. His face is so close that I could smell him. Darn. I regained myself.
“I-in a circular motion,” Shit I stutter. “there are two forces, the centripetal and the centrifugal forces. They are equal in magnitude but opposite in direction.” I said and was proud for not stuttering again.
I looked up but was taken aback to see his face an inch away from mine.
“Go on.” He whispered and his breath brushed my cheek. I shivered.
I stepped back. “That’s all.” I said. “And haven’t I told you that no funny business?” I snapped
“What? I didn’t do anything, do I?” He asked innocently then he gave me that teasing gaze of his and said, “or are you thinking of something else?”
“I’m not.” I snapped and turned away trying to hide my crimson face.
He chuckled
Darn!
…
I successfully drifted away from the thoughts of Grey and all his mischief as I sat on his porch.,
I was completely lost, staring at the blinking stars against the dark nothingness. And I’m busy tracing and identifying the names of each of the constellation.
“You seemed to be so preoccupied.” Grey talked from behind me.
I sighed and stood to turn.
“And you seem to have a lot of problems.” He commented with his face just an inch away from mine. I never thought he could be this near.
I felt uneasy with his proximity reverberating against me.
“What makes you say that?” I asked as I avoided his gaze and entered the house.
“You sigh always.” He said as he followed me.
“All of us have problems. We always do.” I said as I scan his notebook.
“But it does not mean that we should let these problems take our happiness.” He said.
I ignored him and changed the topic. “Are you done with the questions?” I asked.
“yes.” He said, his mood changed. “I answered them without hassle.” He boasted.
It sounded like a challenge to my ear. “Oh, so you think you’re ready for more?” I asked.
“try me.” He said.
This guy is so confident. “okay.” I gave him a problem verbally. “Are you sure you’re not going to take down notes?” I asked upon noticing that he’s just beaming as he listened.
“Why should I?” He asked grinning.
Darn!
“Okay, I’ll give you a minute to answer it.” I said, sitting on the couch.
“What if I tell you I can give the answer now?” he said with that smile playing on his lips.
“Don’t be too confident Mr. Sanders.” I said as a matter of fact.
“You really think I can’t?” He asked playfully. “Say, what would you do in return if I can give you the answer now?” he continued, his amusement palpable.
“Tell me Dean, what would you do?” He pressed
I don’t know, but I felt like I want to back off. But never. I will never swallow my pride for this guy. Ever!
“Okay.” I said. “If you can give me a correct answer now, I would give you an authority over me for one day.”
I can’t believe I said that and my subconscious is glaring at me. Well, it’s not like he can give a right answer anyway. He doesn’t even solve it.
“that seems reasonable.” His eyes glint as he heard my condition. He touches his chin as if thinking hard.
I smirked.
I heard him chuckled. “Are you smirking at me?” He asked.
I rolled my eyes. “just give me your answer.”
“Okay. 4.35 x 10^8 N.” He smiled.
I looked at him, wide-eyed, face ashen.
“how-?” I heard my voice trailed off.
He smiled, leaned closer, cupped my face and said “So, you’re mine.”
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