Tutoring A Bratty Billionaire

"Aww... you're like a mama bear."

I sigh loudly. I have been standing here for god knows how long now. The shouting— from the other side of the door has turned into some hushed mumbling.

I should really go ! But it seems like my legs have disconnected themselves from my brain. They are not listening to me.

You are already known as a 'peeping tom'. Do you really wanna be known as an eavesdropper too ?

Great. Thanks, inner voice. For reminding me of a very embarrassing moment of my life.

But she is right. I should go before someone sees me here. Imagine what Chris would do if he saw me here ? He would surely kill me then.

As I will my feet to move away from the door, it clangs open and the blue-eyes I have become accustomed to clashes with my brown ones.

My face turns red and I start stammering. "Actually I was-uhm— I- uh- was just leaving."

"Beth, shh. Its fine. I am glad you are still here." Adrian says calmly, and smiles at me.

I smile back.

"So—uh— is everything okay ?" I ask him nervously.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Don't worry. We're brothers, and brothers fight. No big deal. He is just overly paranoid, and sometimes that clouds his judgment." He shrugs.

"Oh well, I should leave."

"Wait, why ?" He asks confused and steps towards me.  "I already told you, everything's fine. Just come back in and stay for a little while longer."

"Adrian I don't know. I really don't want to be the person who comes between two friends. You already fought with him—because of me. I don't like that. And we have already finished with the project discussion. There is no reason for me to stay." I look at him silently trying to make him understand.

Suddenly he closes the distance between us. He is so close that the tips of our shoes are touching.
Wow his eyelashes are really long. He opens his mouth and I think he says something but my mind is a little clouded right now. Why are his lashes so big ? God I knew the color of his eyes is just amazing. He—

Hello !! Weirdo. He said something. So unless you want to be known as a creepy starer I suggest-ANSWERING HIM.

"Sorry— um..." I clear my throat. "What were you saying ?"
"Well I am asking you to stay. Isn't that enough of a reason ?" He says while a hint of a smile is playing on his lips.

Ooh, his lips are—

FOCUS ! You horny bitch.

Urgh ! Damn it.

I avert my eyes from his gorgeous face and take a step back.

"Yeah um— sure. I'll stay." I say as I look anywhere but him. God what is with this guy ? Is he like into witchcraft or something ? No one's mind should become foggy like that when talking to another human being.

I repeat no ones.

He nods and clears his throat. As I look at him I see he rubs the back of his neck, still smiling that stupid half smile—as he looks down. When his head snaps back up, I avert my eyes.

Great ! He must thinks I am a total weirdo now.

I think he already knew that.

Shut up !

Hey ! I just helped you TWICE so that you didn't make a fool of yourself. Give me some damn respect.

I sigh. My life is a picture of nightmares and embarrassment.

"So let's go." He waves his hand at me to follow him and opens the door again.