Eléa Bellerose is a mysterious girl, no one knows what she's feeling or thinking. She lost her mother at birth due maternal death, making her feel guilty her whole life. Her only friend in this cruel world is her older brother, but when he gets kill...
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Eléa Bellerose
Alessio is supposed to arrive at my place any second, and yes I cleaned my room for him. It's so stupid, I got ready to just tutor a silly boy.
I hear the sound of a motorcycle stopping in the driveway, followed by the sound of my door ringing.
I walk my way to the front door, looking at myself in the mirror on the way. I open the door and almost faint at the look in front of me, how is this man so fine?
I mean he's just wearing something basic but it still somehow does something to me, his arm muscles are showing off through his white shirt. Grey joggers are making me almost drool and to top it off, a golden necklace dangling around his neck.
My face gets lifted up by his finger, "Eyes up here, bella ragazza." He says making me blush slightly, embarrassing.
"Sorry, come in." I say ashamed, great way to start Eléa.
"Doesn't matter, you made time for me to check you out too." He simply says, making me blush once again. "Where are you going to teach me?"
"Uh, at my room. Do you want anything to drink?" I say while making my way to the fridge.
"Nah, I'm alright." He says while inspecting my house.
"Okay, follow me then."
"Yes ma'am." He says, giving me flashbacks when I showed him around in school.
We get to my room and he starts looking around, I love my room it's big but not too big, it's simply decorated with hints of pink and white. I also have my own bathroom and walk-in closet, but what I love most are my bookcases.
We sit on my bed and he gets his books out of his backpack, laying them on the bed.
"Why are they all.. Empty?" I ask going through his books.
"It's just, I'm trying to understand the things the teachers are saying but while I'm trying to solve the questions myself the teacher has already wiped the answers away." He says while leaning on his right elbow.
"We'll begin with maths, what don't you understand?" I ask before basically teaching him everything from chemistry, he's a good listener who doesn't interrupt me.
But the only thing that distracts me is the way he looks at me, more specifically at my lips. His eyes are so soft but risky at the same time, I don't get what he's feeling.
