Love Is An Open Dorm Door

Tutor Session: Math, feat. Conner and Mica

Mica's P.O.V.

I was in the library, rereading one of my favorite fictions namely, "Percy Jackson". Earlier today, after Tisha went out for a walk, I scrambled through my shelf for me not to get bored in the silent and tranquil library. I also brought my thick Math book with me to teach this dumbass some solutions for him to learn from his past regretful lessons. Quite a bad girl? Not really.

In addition, I brought my Math book so I wouldn't lift my lazy bum from this very chair when Conner arrives. It'll be a pain for my eyes, wandering and checking the numbers and letters. If only I didn't stuck my dear eyes on my Ipad for a straight one week, sigh. Now I'm a four-eyed-freak.

And you ask, why didn't I brought my phone instead? Well, I forgot about that and I didn't wanna get caught reading Wattpad by the librarian. Principal might put some deduction on my history. That old hag(in all not seriousness).

I slammed my book, closing it and groaned like a lion, feeling impatient of that jerk's slowness. When will he fucking arrive??

I huffed, and rested my heavy head on my clenched hand, my elbow laid on the wooden table. My eyes averted at the huge clock on top of the library's entrance with a quiet snap of my head. He was already fifteen minutes late.

By the way, I'm actually quite excited upon hearing I'll tutor him, won't lie.

Why? Solve it yourself.

I watched as the minute hand slowly ticking while the second hand kept on making sixty ticks. Time to time, I make slight glances at the door, making sure to catch the guy who's been late for his lesson.

The minute hand stroke at six, and consequently, Conner came in with a scrunched up bewildered face. First time in the library? How sad~

Witnessing how he doesn't even have a clue in this place for five minutes, I rose my hand for him to notice. Not putting any attention to my arm, I waved it and yeah, he saw it. He placed his hands in his jersey's pockets, acting all cool. He didn't even bother waving his hand at me and he still kept on avoiding my gaze by looking at his right.

I always expected this attitude of his.

He stole the chair opposite to mine and spun it for him to sit. A behavior only "bad boys" do, though I guess he looks like he's just doing his best to be one.

One fact, he can't punch his classmates, nor can he touch a girl, plus he can't even say mean things to others. Yup, bad boy my ass.

I began to pick up my Math book and turned it to a random page.

'So', I started, 'what is it that you wanted to learn more about?', I looked up from my thick book and saw that Conner was still avoiding me and is mumbling incoherent words to himself, which I presume are curses for me.

I shook my head and knocked on the table to get his attention and to not disturb the others that are present in the library.

My brows knitted, annoyed to the fact that Conner hasn't notice the small gesture.

I knocked once more, my hard knuckles hitting the wooden table. Unbelievable! Does your ear have problems or what?

Sighing deeply, I slightly stood up from chair and tapped his shoulder, interfering with his trail of thoughts.

'Bruh, I've been calling for you for hours now', I said with irritation in my voice, along with my eyes looking all droopy and half-lid when Conner brought up his face with his eyes looking wide.

'Hours...?'

'Have you ever heard of jokes before?'

'Umm... No.'