Your Tutor

Chapter Eleven

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Forest Brooks
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Kneeling by the edge of the bed, I very gently slide her shoes off her feet. I stand and move to the other side of her room, putting them on the floor in front of her closet. Then I walk back over to the bed towards Maylee and get her sleeping body situated. I pull a blanket over her figure and sigh lightly once I finish.

"Brooks," a harsh yet quiet voice says behind me. I turn a little to see Cameron in the doorway. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I raise a brow and pull Maylee's gold necklace from my pocket. "Uh, making sure she's in her bed?" I say. I lay the chain on her bedside table before turning fully to look at Cameron.

She has her arms folded over her chest as she glares at me in the dark of Maylee's room. "What are your intentions? Why are you still hanging around her?"

"Um, I was helping her. She asked me to take her home, so I did." I slide my hands in my sweatpants pockets. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, there's a fucking problem. Okay, yeah, you can be her student, but don't fuck around and break her heart."

Realization sweeps over my face. "Oh. I didn't intend to hurt her. I wasn't sure that I did."

"Of course you fucking did! What did you expect you were going to do? The first guy that she showed even the slightest bit of interest in fucked her over completely!"

"If you're going to yell at me, let's not do it in here," I say, moving to the door.

She grumbles but turns and walks out the door. I pull it closed behind me and stare at Cameron. "So you're mad at me because of me and Maylee's situation? Where the hell do you tie into the mix?" I question.

"As one of the few people that completely understands her, I know that you are not good for her. And I have to make sure you don't stick your dick into her. There are girls you don't belong with."

I scoff. "What makes you think I wanna' fuck her?"

She raises a brow. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to have sex with her."

Okay, I'll be fair, that was a lie.

"Weren't you all for me being with her last week?" I retaliate.

"That was before I realized how much of a fucking asshole you are. You don't deserve her. And she doesn't deserve a guy as bitchy as you."

Wow. All right.

She's dead set about this.

I groan, but fully agree nonetheless. "What type of person do you take me for? I didn't do this to fuck her, nor did I do it to break her damn heart. How the hell am I supposed to know I hurt her when all she does is run when something happens?"

That came out meaner than I had anticipated.

I sigh and clasp my hands together. "Look, I wanted to do this because, let's be honest, I'm not the brightest, but I knew she could help me. Did I think I would end up enjoying spending time with her? No. Do I realize now that I do? Yes."

"Brooks. I actually don't give a fuck. Stay the fuck away from her feelings."

"I'm a grown ass man, you cannot tell me who and who not to like." 

She steps closer, tilting her head up to keep eye contact. "Listen to me, the next time you're with her other than tutoring, I will fuck you up."

I chuckle. "You're like 5'1."

"I'm 5'4! That's not even relevant!" She groans and shakes her. "Don't fuck around with me."

"Let me get my shit, and then I'm gone." I turn and open the door again. When I walk in, I shut the door behind me and look to the bed. "How long have you been up?" I ask, my tone and mood suddenly going softer after noticing her sitting up on the bed.