Broken Path

Chapter 5

I couldn't believe it!

It was the guy from the hallway. The one with those gorgeous eyes that saw right through me.

I looked up to see he was no longer there. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and started looking around for him.

"I'm in my room," I heard above me.

His voice...

I couldn't help but replay what he said over and over again in my head as I walked up the steps.

It was low, mellifluous, and seemed to rumble like thunder within me.

When I reached the top of the staircase I started to hear music. It was Jung Joon Young's version of "I'm sorry" originally sung by Kim Gun Mo. I love Jung Joon Young's voice! It was low and slightly raspy. The song itself was so depressing and pathetic. I truly loved what he did with it. But what shocked me the most was that he listens to Korean music.

I couldn't help but hum to the sound of the melody. In a trance I waltzed down the hallway following the music, swaying to the rhythm. To me this song doesn't need to be in English to touch me. I frowned as I realized I subconsciously led myself to a tall wooden door.

"Come in and kill you," was printed across in large black letters.

I rolled my eyes at it and couldn't help a smirk come across my lips.

"If we have time I should tutor him in grammar," I thought to myself.

To be honest I'm a grammar Nazi. The Führer of grammar. Growing up my dad had to always made sure that my brother and I spoke properly and clearly.

I shook my head and took a couple steps away from the door. I need to focus on finding my tutor not leading myself to rooms that I haven't any idea of what's inside. I was just about to continue through the hallway when I heard his voice again.

"I know you're there. You can come in."

I felt a lump grow in my throat. For some reason the thought of him made me nervous. I took a deep breath and gently rested my shaking hand on top of the door knob. But for some reason I couldn't turn it.

"Stop being a wimp," I scolded myself.

"He was just a guy" I chanted.

I turned the handle 15 degrees..

"He was just a guy"

25 degrees...

"He was just a guy"

I was just about to open the door when suddenly I was falling. I gasped as I felt some thing snake around my waist. But the fact that I fell was not what had my attention. It was the smell that filled my nostrils. It wasn't strong which is what I loved. I can't really describe it but the best word would be: intoxicating.

I slowly looked up to see my world filled with color. I felt warmth surrounding me deep to the core. My voice was gone but even if it was working I still wouldn't be able to speak.

"You okay?"

I blinked a couple of times and rejoined reality. I looked up to see it was my tutor. He was looking down at me with a face filled with indifference but also content. It reminded me of the calm before a storm.

"Didn't mean to frighten you." He slowly lifted me so I was standing up making me stand close to him. He kept his hands on my waist until he was sure I was stable.

"It's f-f-f-ine," I stuttered. He just nodded and gestured with his head to come inside.

I walked in to see a very clean room. On my left, up against a wall, was a large queen sized bed with dark blue sheets and two big pillows. On the left side of the bed was a dark wooden book shelf filled with novels. On left side of the room was a door which I assumed lead to his own personal bathroom and next to it was his closet. Straight in front of me was a big window with matching blue drapes.