Unmasking the Pseudo Tutor (on hold - editing)

Unmasking the Pseudo Tutor 11

Here’s chapter 11! I hope you like it guys! <3

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Chapter 11

Lingering Feelings

~ Mia

Am I falling for him? I hope not... Maybe he’s a player. No... He doesn’t look like a player. It was nice talking to him about stuffs. He’s really good at this things. Maybe he’s nice after all.

“I have to go now” He said.

“You’re... leaving?”

“Uhhh.. Yeah? Will you miss me?” He smirked at me.

“NO thank you!” He chuckled. I frowned at him.

“Call me if there’s something you need. I’ll be back at... 6 PM”

“6 PM? You expect me to just stay here for like 10 hours?”

“Yup! You can go out if you want to!”

“You’re leaving even if you have that...injury?”

“Yeah.. You concerned? You’ve been worrying at me lately, honey”

“Whatever. Go away. Make your other arm be broken too” I said while crossing my arms. He was being a jerk again. Just a minute ago he was so fun to talk with but now he’s back to being a jerk.

“I was just joking... I’ll try to get back as early as I can... You can watch TV, and you can use my laptop.. How about updating your facebook status to: ‘WOW. Last night, someone tried to kill me’ “ I patted him hardly on his back.

“Oww!”

“You deserve it, jerk!”

“I’m going now!” Maybe he has work that’s why he’s going to leave me. I noticed that he was carrying a bag. Wait.. that bag kinda looks like... a student’s bag. Maybe that’s the type of bags he like. He said that he graduated already... that means.. he has finished studying. I’m really stupid for having thought he was still a student.

“Bye, Babe! See you later!” He kissed me on the cheeks before he left. I noticed that he smirked at me before he left.

“Jerk! Don’t act like we’re married” He shrugged at me then smiled.

“Be back later! Have fun!”

“wait!” I shouted at him. He looked at me and he gave off a do-you-need-something look.

“Are you gonna drive?”

“Yup!”

“YOU”RE THE STUPID ONE! You have a broken arm then you’re gonna drive?”

“Awww.. That’s sweet! You’re worried about me!”

“I hate you!”

“Fine, fine! I won’t drive. I won’t. I’ll just take a taxi. You really hate me” I felt a little guilty. Why am I so short – tempered when I’m with him? He threw his keys on the table and was heading for the door. My conscience was rising up. I grabbed his wrist.

“Wait...” I said in a low tone.

“is there still something that you need, princess?” I couldn’t look at him... We were face to face... but I was looking away. I tried avoiding eye contact. I know I’m blushing alot.. But I have to say it... I don’t want him to get mad at me...

“I... I don’t.. really hate you... I just dislike... it when you tease me alot... I don’t really hate you at all... In fact, you’re very nice” He had a surprised look in his face.