"Class dismissed." The teacher called out upon
his students. I slowly put my books in my pink backpack, closing my pencil case as well. To say I was a try hard in school was an understatement. I was a teachers pet to say the least. Always getting good grades, getting to class on time, never missing a day. Blah blah blah.
I never wanted to let my parents down either, school was a big thing to them. They wanted me
to have a great future, it was my job to achieve that goal. I didn't have many friends, but the ones I did have were exactly like me. We studied
together all the time, striving to be the best.
"Miss Y/n." My teacher called out to me,
walking towards my desk at a quick pace. I look
up to be met with his gaze, he seemed irritated.
"Yes Mr. Taylor?" I say softly, still putting
things in my backpack. I watch as he holds out a
paper in front of me, snatching it quickly.
"Tutoring?" I mutter out, looking back up at
him. He nods his head and gestures behind me.
I look back to see a boy. He wasn't tall but wasn't short either, taller than me. Slim. Hot as fu-
"I was hoping you'd be able to help him with
next weeks assignment. He seems to be falling
behind." He says sternly, glaring at the boy
behind you. My eyes are still lingering on him.
The way his hair just laid perfectly on his
forehead, some covering his dark eyes. He was
perfection.
"Miss Y/n?" Mr. Taylor called out again, my
attention diverting back to him. I look down at
the list of chapters he had given me to work on
with this boy. My mouth fell agape on how
someone could miss this much homework and
not be scared to have to take this class again.
"Y-yeah sure Mr. Taylor." I said, putting the
paper in my backpack along with the hardback
books. He gives me a nod of appreciation, his
eyes going back to the boy. I hear him mutter
out a few not-so-nice things before turning back
to his desk.
As I was getting up to walk out of the classroom,
I hear a low voice call out to me.
"Well this should be fun huh, princess?" The
boy said, clearly irritated. He walked up behind
me, bumping into my shoulder purposefully.
Princess?
"So.. Should we study at your house or mine?" I
say quietly, still walking towards the exit doors
of the large building. I hear him let out a loud
sigh, rolling his eyes as well.
"I can just drive you to my house." He muttered
out, walking faster in front of me now. We
finally reach the exit doors, the spring air now
hitting the skin that was exposed. The smell of
nature filling my senses, it was beautiful.
"Hurry up or I'm leaving you here." He says,
confused why I was just standing there like an
idiot. I snap out of my thoughts and hurry
behind him to his car.
The car ride was mostly silent, him doing most
of the talking. I gave him short replies as i
wasn't very social, but he seemed to be okay
with it. My eyes are again lingering on his
hands, the way they grip the steering wheel, oh
so nicely. I never thought things like this about
anyone. Until now.
I watch as we go into a pretty nice neighborhood, the houses all the same, but different decor to tell them apart. I felt the car come to stop in front of a dark gray one, him getting out of the car pretty fast. I quickly grab my backpack scurrying behind him so I wouldn't be left behind.
I watch as he turns the key in the lock, opening
the door to be met with gorgeous interior. We
both walked in, him throwing his stuff to the
floor. I took a few steps closer to the living
room, my hands studying the material of the
couch. I heard him clearing his throat behind
me.
