King of Hearts ≫ teen fiction

four

"he's tutoring you?!" Candyce said, her lips curved ear to ear.

"Maybe?" I shrugged.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYBE?!" She grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

I took her hands off of me and continued to lunch.

"Dunno." I contemplated on whether for him to tutor me or not.

I exhaled deeply.

"Why dont you want the hottie to tutor you?" her eyebrow shot up in a questioning look.

I rolled my eyes.

She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed.

***
I groaned hastily and i set my bag on the mattress.

I plopped onto my bed and closed my eyes.

I heaved in a sigh and rolled onto my stomach and rested my chin on the back of my hand, my feet dangling off the bed.

I felt sleepy and was going to fall asleep until I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket indicating I got a text.

My eyes shot open.

For Fuck sakes!

I slided my phone unlocked and rubbed my eyes.

My vision still blurry, I read the text.

When can I come over?

I read, the unknown number flashed on my screen.

Guessing it was alex, i lazily typed back to him.

Whenever is fine.

6 okay?

Yes sir!

I clicked the lock button on top of my iPhone.

I let out an exasperated sigh.

I just wanted to take a nap Jesus Christ.

I got off of bed and slipped my feet into a pair of panda slippers and headed downstairs.

I turned to dishwasher on normal speed and let it run while I cooked some spaghetti as that was what I was in the mood for.

I went to sit on the couch and surf through channels until it landed on the flintstones.

I giggled.

Oh childhood please take me back.

I twirled my fork into my bowl of spaghetti and took a bite and laughed along with the show.

I am so immature.

I thought to myself. I continued to eat until I heard a knock on the door.

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Alex' point of view

The door sprung open as I was about to knock the third time.

"Alex!" Anastasia gave me a half hearted smile.

I shoved my hands in my pocket and grinned.

She closed the door after gesturing me inside.

I frantically looked around the house awing at the cozy atmosphere.

Pictures hung on the walls, which were a shade a cream.

I gazed at the beautiful antiques scattered amongst tables and counters.

The floors were a hard wooden plaster. Plaster was it?