Faith and The Vampire ✔️

Chapter Five

I went to the Institute Library after finishing classes. The Library was on the first floor in the A building. Mrs. Gerigan told me to meet my new language tutor there. She said that I must try to match his schedule. He really was a busy guy, and looked like an important staff of this very institute. When I arrived, he already been there.

I looked up at my tutor's looming form. "What took you so long?" he asked evenly

I didn't answer.

"Has the guidance counselor given you the schedule?" He asked.

I nodded, unable to say any words.

"May I?"

I dug through my bag, messily looking for my schedule paper. I made a face when I found it. I handed that paper to him without saying anything. Then, he led me to one of the long table there,and told me to sat down across the table from him.I looked over the bookshelves behind us. Why did he want us to practice here? There were only prehistoric histories covered in spiderwebs.I shoved that thought away for later as my gut informed me they did not want to go through any more study today. So I tried to suggest that maybe he should let me off this time.

"Hey, Coach."

He kept looking at my schedule and wouldn't look at me. "You want to talk now?"

"Are we gonna start practice now, coach?"

"I'm your language tutor not your soccer coach." he corrected.

"Okay, Mister Whoever. Whatever. Why do we have to start this training now? This was my very first day of college."

He laughed, and I was pretty sure it was at me and not with me.

"Why is that funny?"

"Oh," he said, his smile dropping. "You were serious."

"Of course I was!" I retorted "Look, it's almost dark outside. Why do we have to start now? Let me back to my dorm." I whined.

He crossed his arms and looked at me. He was all business now. "How do you feel right now? After classes you've done so far?"

"Exhausted."

"You'll feel worse tomorrow."

"So?"

"So, better to jump in now while you still feel...not as bad."

"What kind of logic is that?" I retorted. But I didn't argue anymore as he gave back my schedule paper an another paper with a lot of notes.

"We'll practice every Tuesday and Thursday, 4.30 p.m, here at the library."

"Twice a week? Here? You can't do that," I blurted out.

"Technically, yes, I am capable of doing that." He said "Don't be late. Or I will report you to Mrs. Padma for insubordination."

"And I will report you back to the guidance counsellors for an abuse of authority."

He seemed very entertained. "Really? Who do you think you are, so you can do such a thing?"

"Someone who will reverse pilgrim you to -wherever you came from," I crossed my arms and looked him in the eyes. "And you are?"

"Your worst nightmare."A glint of something-maybe amusement-sparked in his eyes, he did acknowledge the joke. Or maybe he took it seriously.

Who the heck was he anyway? Outsourced help? Foreign labor? That was pretty mean of me to thought off . But, why is that so hard for them to find me a friendly senior from Indonesia to be my tutor? He was older and taller than me, obviously. He had shoulder-length brown hair, tied back in a short ponytail and dark brown eyes. He looked like most European guy I've met so far. But the way he spoke was what I found interesting. He didn't speak with a Romanian accent, his English was clear and understandable. I even got a hint of English accent when he spoke.