Like a Star in Your Sky

0.7

Chris was at Aylin's door. He pressed the bell and was waiting for her to let him him. 

Ting.

Chris checks his phone. Both the text and the sender were not expected by him. 

Aylin 

The door pass-code is 517893. Please type that in and come inside.

Alright.

Chris typed that in with a frown and the door unlocked. He pushed it and stepped inside. Is she okay? Why didn't she open the door? Does she trust me enough already to give out her house passcode?! 

There was absolutely no way in this world Aylin would trust someone this soon, if ever. Living by herself has made Aylin take protective and one step ahead measures to keep herself safe; giving away the house passcode to an only-three-day-math tutor is definitely not one. If she lands in trouble, nobody will be there to hear her screams and help her out; never has, never will be. But period cramps can be a major pain in the ass, quite literally. 

Chris sat down on the table. He like the usual started taking out his material and arranging them on the table. Aylin came down the stairs not too long after. She had one of her hands on her hips and was visibly limping. The face was drained of blood and energy. Her long naturally straight hair was open, it looked graceful. Her body had the usual baggy type of clothes on them. Full sleeves under a simple white baggy t-shirt that were a few inches above her knee with a small-scale colourful design in the middle and loose fitting brown joggers. 

Chris had his eyes on her ever since she was available in the visible range. He eyed her all the way as she reached the table. As she was sitting down, she put a hand on her stomach and sat down with a wincing expression, the other hand on the table for support. The pain was fresh and real, any menstruating human will know. Seeing her claimed 'human version of period cramps' in front of her just made the pain throbbing in her body shoot up. The pain from her temples creeping down to her abdomen and slowly decelerating towards her thighs and calf that made it feel like someone was pulling the fucking blood vessels in them and rearranging her insides. She had run out of painkillers, just great. How she wished she could keep a hot water bag and burn the skin over her uterus right now. 

"You good?" Chris asked genuinely concerned. His eyes flashing a wavelength of worry.

Aylin just looked at him with narrowed eyes. With her whole body on fire, it wasn't going to be tough to make Chris feel some of her heat too. You're going to have fun today.  

"Now that you're here, no." She topped it off with her usual smile of overflowing fakeness and sarcasm. 

Chris rolled his eyes while lifting his eyebrows. He started to open to where they had left off. His tongue clicked with his teeth. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." 

"What doesn't kill you, disappoints me."

Chris found it entertaining. He unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves of his white collared shirt up to his elbows. His legs that were covered with black formal pants spread more under the table. He matched energy of Aylin's narrowed and hateful eyes with his own intrigued and challenging ones.  

"Well, I'm dying to teach you some basic etiquette of communication if that counts. But I'm sure you'd be disappointed with your own self when that happens. More than you disappoint your father."