Your Tutor

Chapter Fifteen

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Forest Brooks: Tuesday Evening
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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Maylee asks, removing the eraser of the lead pencil out of her mouth. Her eyes gaze over my face.

Watching her teeth nibble at the white bud and tongue dart out in the most adorable manner when she was thinking, has been the only thing I'm focusing on while we—mainly her, though—do work. My sense of self control is about to fly out the window.

I shake my head. "Like what?"

What I meant to say was: because you're really fucking pretty. But that's not what came out.

She puts her feet on the chair and hugs her knees close to her chest. "Like you want to eat me," she answers, resting her chin on her knees.

I chuckle. "Eat isn't the word I would use."

She frowns. "Then what is it?"

"Nothing."

"Weren't you the one who said we need to talk about our feelings? C'mon." She gives a soft smile. "What is it?"

I remember saying that. And Maylee has gotten ever so slightly better. It's only been a few days, but she's attempting to say something. She always stops herself, but I think she's trying. Lee cuddles into me when she's upset and we're together, she doesn't say anything, nothing at all actually, but she lets me rub her back until she falls asleep.

I talked to Cameron, out of curiosity, about the mental hospital that Maylee had mentioned. She said that it wasn't her place to say. And when I went to Maylee, she deflected it. I didn't harp any harder on it, just kept the thought in the back of my mind.

At practice Sunday night, I was talking to Mackai about my classes when the girls came up. Mac talked about Cameron, and that's when I asked if he knew anything about Maylee. If the guy was good at lying, maybe he would've gotten away with saying he didn't pay attention to her, but I know he cares about her just as much as I do. He's like the big brother everyone wished they had — but they didn't have to wish anymore because he's there. But again, I didn't push him to say anything.

Though, what he did tell me is that she tends to sleep when she's upset or feeling down. Which cleared everything up.

"Mm. It's a physical feeling, not emotional. And I'm going to act on it if you don't stop looking at me like that," I say. Her eyes are shallow yet full of natural emotion. It's sweet, yet sort of intimidating. Her hair falls past her shoulders, framing her face beautifully.

"Like what?" I can't tell if she's teasing and knows what she's doing or if she's actually oblivious to her stunning nature. But she does seem good at playing innocent.

I know there's a dirty side to her. And I'm going to drag it out of her if I have to.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Those eyes. God, those eyes.

I'm going to ruin her. With everything I have, I'm going to ruin her. It's been too long for me not to. When she finally lets me put my hands on her, I'm going to fuck the life out of her. To show her just how pretty I think she is.

"Maylee," I breathe, looking down at my paper. I don't read it, I can barely see it with the way my eyes are glossed over with some sort of need for her. "Tell me you're doing it on purpose. I'm going to lose my fucking mind if you're oblivious."

She snorts softly before snickering. "Focus, Forest."

"I can't if you're in front of me."

"You have before. You have a quiz tomorrow." She twists her pencil between her fingers. "I can help you study," she offers kindly.