🔞I May be Falling in Love // Hwang Hyunjin🔞

🖤Chapter 3🖤

"Silence, silence, silence." Harley repeated himself, and all eyes were drawn to him.

"Miss Scarlet, my lovely guest, is joining us today. She will walk around the classroom making sure everyone is on task." He raises his voice to emphasise his point, then turns around to face me.

Harley returns to me and hands me a stack of worksheets. "Could you please distribute one of these to each student?" He smiles as our hands brush, sending chills down my spine from the tips of my fingers. I begin walking around the classroom, handing out worksheets to each student as instructed, while engaging in brief conversations with some of them.

"Your task is to watch the video that was emailed to you and answer the questions on the worksheet about writing a persuasive speech." He instructs as I sit back in my chair, admiring his backside. Harley removes his jacket, revealing the blouse beneath, which may be a little too small for him due to his biceps filling out the sleeves and his toned back physique on display through the visible thin material. My phone buzzed, and I jerked my gaze away; it was a text message from Finn.

Finn Jackson

Finn
Why are you with Harley? You could have accompanied me ;)
seen

I could see a flirtatious wink on his face already; but, because there is already a major distraction in the classroom, I decide to turn off my phone.

"No phones in my class unless you want to be kept in." Harley whispers in a husky tone, and my cheeks flush bright red. His voice sounded hot.

"Yes sir." I recoil in disgust at what I just said. Harley laughs and walks away to assist some of the students; unsure what to do, I decide to follow Harley around like a lost puppy.

It was just Harley and me after the bell rang and all the students left the classroom. While he was collecting the worksheets, I returned to my seat.

"You did a great job with the students that lesson," he says as he picks up the last piece of paper.

"Oh, thank you; however, I believe you did all of the work." I stammered trying not to melt every time he spoke.

"If you want, I tutor some of the kids at a park near my house; you can tag along, learn some things and then s-stay for dinner." With a slight stutter, he offers. Could he be nervous?

"Sure, I'd like to come. I'll just text Cole to see if that's okay." I respond confidently, catching him off guard.

He nodded and I message Cole.

Cole Jackson🖤

Me
I won't be home tonight
because I'm tutoring with
Harley.
Seen
Cole
Ok
Seen

'Ok?' Is that all I got in return? Normally, Cole would put on a motherly act and give me a curfew hour, but not this time.

I brush off Cole's strange response and go about my day with Harley, sending back and forth winks and his sudden raspy whispers when we needed to be quiet.

'Wait, why did I agree to go to his house? I only met him today,' I thought as I started following Harley out of the school and towards his car.

He drives a 1969 Ford Mustang, of course.

"Wow," I say as we get closer to the pastel blue car with white leather seats.

"Thank you." He tries not to sound arrogant.

We get in the car, he starts the engine, and we're on our way. The small space is filled with awkward silence until he breaks it.

"What do you want for dinner?" He inquires, his gaze fixed on the road ahead of him.

"Surprise me." I reply.

Harley smirks and looks at me before returning his attention to the road. As he shifts his body into the seat, I notice his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

Soon after, the car comes to a halt, and I look up to see a cute park in front of us. A playground, a field, and a cute white gazebo with flowers attached around the trimming and a picnic table set up inside. I'm assuming he tutors his students there.

"This place is stunning." While getting out of the car and walking up to the gazebo, I say softly, and Harley follows.

"It is; I could see myself marrying here." I laugh along with him.

We proceed to the gazebo and take a seat on one side to await the arrival of the pupil. I find myself staring at him again as we wait. His hair is now blowing in the wind, highlighting his neck and jawline. His lips are slightly chapped due to the sudden dryness of the wind, making me lick my own.

"Are you staring at me?" He asks, smiling, as he pushes his hair back with his tattooed hand.

I quickly turn away and stutter, "N-no, I was just-"

"You're adorable." He interjects.

I try to cover my visible red cheeks with my hands, but he gently pulls them away, forcing us to lock eyes.

"I apologise for being late, Mr Summers." A childish voice yells out from afar. Harley and I abruptly break eye contact, and he begins his lesson, with occasional contributions from me. While Harley is still talking with the student, he gently rests his unoccupied hand on my thigh, and I twitch slightly under his touch. He plays with the hem of my skirt but never tries to move it. He doesn't dare to say anything or even look at me; I know what he's doing and it's killing me.

The lesson concludes, and we say our goodbyes to the student. I sit in silence as I wait for Harley to pack up his belongings he brought with him, 'God he's beautiful.' My thoughts continue to remind me for the millionth time today.

"Are you ready for dinner?" He says and extends his hand to me. I take it, and he holds it as we walk back to his car.

"Didn't you say I could surprise you with dinner?" Harley asks with a solemn tone.

"Yes, but preferably not spicy, if that's all right."