Caramel Kisses

Thirteen - Tutor

A/N: The picture above/to the side is what I imagine Kristen's room to look like except much larger, but feel free to think differently. I can't find a picture that looks like what I'm thinking of but just in case you were completely lost. Also the "**" indicate the pass of time. So if it's 8:00am and I put a "**" it means that it's now 10:00am or whatever, I'll be sure to tell you. Also thanks so much for 400 views!!! When we hit 500 I'll have a prize or something♡

Joey
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Since yesterday things between Kristen and I have been shaky. We touch and kiss, but not as dramatically as normal. Usually we would grab and grind, but after our close call we haven't.

Right now I was sitting in fifth period history staring at Kristen. Her seat was next to me. I was looking at her face which looked concentrated on the class. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips slightly parted. Today she was wearing a lilac shirt that ended just below her belly button. Her shirt cut low and showed off her cleavage. That was paired with overalls, which ended mid-thigh.

She looked so cute. Her hair was brought to one side which showed off her gorgeous face. Did she know how good she looked? I continued to watch her as she picked up her pencil and wrote something down. Her nails were long and painted a sparkly pink. I could watch her all day.

"Mr.Keller, care to answer the next question?" Ms.Ross asks. Her voice was high pitched and very annoying, no wonder she was a miss. "Ugh.." I mutter. She had asked me a question because she knew I wasn't paying attention, I hated when teachers did that. "Pardon?" She asks with a smug grin on her face. "The Trojan War." Kristen whispers to me. "The..Trojan War." I say. The smile on Ms.Ross's face disappears. "Yes, that is correct. The Trojan War is one of the most important events in Greek mythology and has been narrated through many works of Greek literature." She continues.

"Thank you." I whisper to Kristen. She nods and smiles. I feel her leg brush against mine. I peer over to her and see her cheeks redden. Was she scared to touch me? I move my hand so that its placed on her thigh. She then smiles again. "What are you doing?" She giggles. I shrug my shoulders. I was trying to play with her of course.

She then on purpose drops her pencil on the floor. Before I can do anything she leans down and picks it up which exposes her cleavage even more. "Hey, I was supposed to mess with you." I say to her. "Sorry." She says before biting her lip. "I guess you can say, that I beat you at your own game huh?" She laughs.

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When class is finally over I wait next to Kristen so that we can go to our next class. "You take forever!" I joke. She rolls her eyes and continues to pack up. "Ms.Sweet, I need to talk to you!" Ms.Ross shouts. We both turn our heads to see Ms.Ross standing with Luke. Kristen rests her bag on her desk and walks over to Ms.Ross.

"Yes Ms.Ross." She says. I look at Luke who moved a little behind Kristen. His eyes were staring at her butt. I see him smile as she bends down to pick up a dropped paper. This angers me to the point of extreme. I walk over to him and grab him by his shirt. I then drag him outside of the classroom.

"What are you doing!" I shout at him. "What the heck man!" He yells. "Why are you staring at Kristen's butt? She's my girlfriend." I say. "Cause I can!" He shouts. It takes everything out of me to not punch him in the face. "Dude talk to her one more time and I'll kill you." I day sternly. "I know she doesn't like me, I already asked her out." He says annoyed. "WHAT THE HECK!" I yell.

"Calm down, she said no. But I'm hoping that we'll get to know each other better. Ya know since she will be tutoring me in history." He smiles. "Yeah right, she won't do that!" I shout. "She has to, or else she will get in trouble." He smirks.

I storm into the room to see Kristen with an irritated look on her face. "NO! SHE CAN'T TUTOR HIM!" I shout. Ms.Ross rolls her eyes at my words. "That's too bad huh? Good day kids." She says sternly before shooing us out the classroom.