BETWEEN YOU TWO AND I

CHAPTER ONE

  'Ten more minutes!!!' the teacher 's voice rang out like an alarm bell.
  I hate, hate, hate when teachers do this during a test especially those terrible calculus quizzes.

   'There is a clock on the wall, I don't need your voice causing me anxiety,' I hissed at the teacher as I stare at the many, many questions I left blank.
 
    'The math just ain't mathing,' that's what I always tell myself when I can't solve a problem.
I was getting sweaty all over even though it was a really calm autumn Wednesday afternoon. When my forehead and palms began to glisten, I decided to take off my Graphic anime hoodie and was placing it in my backpack. That's when I felt a body towering over me. It was Mr. Ian, only the sluttiest math teacher alive.

   'Put that jumper back on, and if you want to remove it next time, wear a little more than your undergarments, if you please.'

  My biro dropped on the floor. I couldn't believe my ears. Did...did he just ask me to put some clothes on? Underneath my hoodie, I was wearing a fringe-bottom grey crop t- shirt  TOTALLY ALLOWED BY THE SCHOOL SINCE IT WAS LONG ENOUGH. But what my insides squirm was that Mr. Ian was looking right at my chest while he said those words. How disgusting! Like it wasn't my fault I was a 36D and still wanted to look cute wearing crop shirts. Murmurs erupted in the class. A male student from the back let out a wolf whistle.

   Right there, I wished someone would fold me up and place me in the backpack together with my hoodie.

  Before I could come up with a snarky comment that would be the perfect revenge but not rude enough to be sent to the principal 's office, someone else spoke up.
'Respectfully sir, the same can be said about you. Don't you think it is unprofessional to wear a translucent shirt without a vest to school?' The low yet commanding voice belonged to Cal Archer; he was this really smart guy in the debate team and one of my many crushes. Scratch that, all the girls had a crush on this perfect gentleman.

  Everyone 's eyes were on the teacher. What would Mr. Ian reply? Out the corner of my eye, I could see three of my friends comparing test answers quickly. Lucky them. They  were all thick at maths like me but at least they could help each other out. Besides, the entire term, Slutty Mr. Ian was too busy checking the girls out and trying not to bust a nut in class instead of teaching anything. Most of us could hardly remember any maths concept since the beginning of the last term. That's a clue to find out when the bastard Ian started teaching us.

  Anyway, looks like Mr. Ian didn't have an answer to Cal Archer 's question so he hissed, 'Time for the quiz is up' and snatched my paper from me before beginning to collect the others.

  'Thanks archer,' I said to Cal Archer. Everyone calls him Archer because he is always shooting straight up facts. And helping everyone. 'Yeah, no problem,' he answered. He didn't seem fazed about kind of insulting a teacher just to defend me.

  As he stood up, he looked at me then his eyes dropped to my chest. He quickly looked away biting his lower lip.

I swear he looked almost sorry for doing that even though he couldn't help it. 'Nice shirt,' he commented nonchalantly.
'Nice vest,' I responded even though he was wearing a thick jersey and I had no way of knowing whether he was really wearing a vest.
'You are so corny Fay,' he smiled, his deep dimples exposed. Them dimples. I didn't know it yet but I would be having dreams...

    Another thing. He calls me Fay. My full name is Faybelle and everyone calls me Belle except you know who.

  Fay, how he says the first part of my name, so soothing, so seductive. I think the most attractive thing about Archer is his voice. I would be remembering how he says my name for a long time, repeating it in my mind over and over again.

   After grabbing his backpack, he then places a little paper on my desk. Numbers are written on the paper. They form a...phone number. HIS phone number, I presumed.

   'You seemed a bit stuck in the test,' his brow was furrowed with concern. Stuck? I was trapped like Sia in the Beysment(Stan twitter reunite iykyk)  

  He points at the phone number on the paper. 'That's the number of Mrs. Janelle, she teaches the freshman class hence has extra time. She was looking for struggling students to tutor after school. I promised I would refer a few of them to her.'

  WHAT! What did he say?! I thought he was giving me HIS phone number. Time to put my game face on. 'No I really don't want to bug Mrs. Janelle and besides I think I would grasp concepts better if I learnt them from someone I knew. You seemed pretty confident on the test.' I said sweetly tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
 
    I stood up from my chair. At 5'11'' we were exactly the same height, something I noticed when he transferred to our school three years ago.

  'So you want me to tutor you?' he asked slowly. Told you guys he was smart. I nodded flashing him a big smile. I leaned on to him, my breasts pressing softly upon his sturdy chest. In his ear, I whispered 'Please Archer.'

  He pulled away from me suddenly and I could hear him mutter, 'What are you doing?' He seemed slightly flustered and confused even. But nevertheless he wrote his number neatly down for me and told me we could meet Friday evening.