Teasing

"Why'd you care so much about who I like?" I ask him, sitting on his bed and looking at him. The fact that he's sitting at his desk and actually staring at his notes makes me proud, but at the same time it confuses me.

He never cared about studying. He's not suddenly gonna care because of some stupid exam. Right?

"I didn't care. I was just curious."

"Just curious? You were acting like a jealous boyfriend." I laugh, making fun of him.

"I was not acting like a jealous boyfriend. I just didn't want you to talk to this nerd, that's all." He rolls his eyes at me. "Besides, you don't wanna spend your time with a nerd. Right?" He looks into my direction. "Well, you are a nerd, too, but... That's not important. He's boring. You are... Interesting." He smirks as he finishes his sentence.

"Fuck you." I reply, but I don't really mean it. A while ago, I did hate him. But what happened a few days ago changed my mind. At least, kinda. Not much.

I'm still too confused to *like* him. But I don't hate him anymore. That's a progress, right?

He laughs as he looks back to his notes. "Okay. Help me with that task, please. I'm not bad at math, but I really don't know how to solve this issue."

I nod and get up from his bed, walking into his direction. When I look at his notes, I cringe. "You have a terrible handwriting." I tell him, which makes him scoff. "Terrible handwriting? It's not that bad. It could be worse."

I smirk at the fact that he felt the need to explain himself. There's worse.

"Okay, you need to..." I explain everything to him, and although I can hear him humming 'understanding' replies, I can tell he doesn't understand anything.

In fact, he's not even focusing. I sigh.

"Why don't you try to focus?"

He sighs frustratedly. "I can't focus when you're showing off your tits like that."

I scoff as I cover my chest. Of course he was staring. "I'm not showing off anything!"

"Yes, you are." He looks up at me. "*Babygirl*."

I look back at him, shock in my eyes. What the fuck did he just say?

"What did you call me?"

"I called you babygirl. Surprised?"

"Yes, I... I'm... Um."

"Did you like it?" He asks me.

Did I like it? I can't really tell. This just fucking confuses me.

"I mean, I did but... Why would you call me that?"

"Why can't I do that? I kissed you. Calling you babygirl shouldn't be an issue."

"But you bullied me for months. I don't understand why you would call me cute names now."

"I did not bully you." He laughs at me, making me feel like an idiot.

"So if you didn't bully me, what was it then? You made fun of me all the time, you call me a dork, a nerd, an idiot, I don't understand why-"

"Shut your mouth, baby. You talk too much."

"But the point is that you bullied me!"

"Okay, I get it. You think I did. But I didn't bully you. In fact, I was just teasing you. That's all. It's not like I hurt you. I didn't slap you or push you or anything."

I stay quiet for a few seconds, then look down. Fuck. This is embarrassing that I'm complaining about this to him.

He thinks it was just teasing?