Miss Perfection

0.16

you needed a tutor, desperately.
your mom talked about it at dinner with her family, his family, and him.
"i could teach her," he said. "no charge." he locked eyes with you, and you mentally begged your mom to pass this offer. but instead, she smiled. "that'd be great. thank you." you got up to go to their kitchen to put your plate in the dishwasher. he followed.

you spun around, slapping his face. "why'd you do that? i hate you! i hate you so much!"

you didn't know your words crushed him inside.