When he finally removed his lips from mine, my eyes were still wide open with horror. Why the hell would he have kissed me?
Without thinking, my hand went up with such force that he hadn't seen it coming and....BAM!
I realized what I had done.
I had just slapped my worst nightmare.
Literally.
He stared at me, shocked. His green eyes were stormy, and so full of emotions that I broke eye contact with him.
He raised his hand, and when I flinched, a look of pain flashed on his face. He lowered his hand and mumbled, "I deserved that."
Now it was my turn to stare at him. I was so fucking confused. We hadn't even been through our first tutoring session, yet he is already making me feel so many emotions.
"Why do you keep doing this to me?" I said in a shaky voice. His head whipped toward my face and my face flamed. He gave me a small smile.
"You're real."
That caused me to snort. "Well, obviously."
He shook his head. "No. You're real. As in you make me feel like a normal person." He sighed and ran a hand through all of his black curls.
I didn't want to hear what he was going to say, but at the same time I did.
But I stopped him anyway. "Look," I began. "I know you're going to talk about your past life and some deep shit but--"
He chuckled. I stared at him. He looked at me, this time. Fully at me. And I stared into his sea green eyes, trying to get lost in them.
"That's what I mean. You get me but you don't. You're afraid of me but you're not. You love me but you hate me. And that's how--"
"I never said I loved you," I interrupted, but he spoke over my words.
"--you're real to me."
I sighed. What had I gotten myself in to?
"That was so deep, coming out of that shallow ass mouth of yours."
He smirked. "You can't say nothing, because your lips got kissed with my shallow lips."
My face flamed as I snatched for Mr. Butler's homework. He laughed as I snapped, "Go get your damn homework."
He fished it out of his messy binder. My eyes widened when I saw it. It was all crinkled up and shit.
"What the fuck do you do to your binder?" I teased him. He frowned at me. "I'm not a tidy person."
"I can see that," I muttered. He glared at me. "What did you say?"
I shook my head. "Nothing."
He smirked, as if he knew something I didn't.
And somehow, I felt myself smiling, as if we were best friends, as if we've known each other forever instead of for six days.
Why was I feeling this way?
I stared at his binder. Paper was sticking out at all corners. I groaned.
"Honestly, I don't know if I have OCD or not, but you're binder is killing me. Let me get that out of the way." Before I could grab his binder, he snatched it away from my grasp. "What are you doing?" I gritted my teeth. He stared at me like I was out of my mind.
"What do you think? This is my binder. I'm not gonna let a girl touch it." I laughed. "Is that an excuse because you kissed me?"
The tips of his ears turn red. "No. It's just that you damn people are so fucking neat that it irritates me."
I sighed. "You can never go without cussing can you?" He smirked. Then I had a plan.
I started tapping my pencil like he did, all annoying and all over the place. He stared at me.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Taping like you did."
"Quit it. That's not even how I tap."
"Yeah it is."
"No it is not."
"Yup."
"Fucking stop!" He growled, lunging for my pencil. I let him have it, and a shocked look appeared on his face before his eyes snapped to his binder.
"Bi--" he began, but I swiped it just in time as he lunged at me.
I fell on the floor, butt-first. Wincing, I rolled over as Jordan came at me.
"Jordan!" I half whispered. "We're at a library!" He looked at me, his face blank. "I know." He said. Very loudly.
Which had me wondering where the librarian went.
I grabbed his binder, sat in my chair, opened it, and gasped.
It was a mess. Like my aunt's apartment, cluttered with so much furniture and food wrappers and clothes.
His binder was messed up with paper, pencils, journals, and folders anywhere to be found. I frowned at him. "You are a very messy boy."
He rolled his eyes. "Man, why you always gotta tease me?"
I smiled at him, showing my teeth.
Then I dumped everything out of his binder on the table.
He stared at me, his eyes wide open, and said, "What the fuck are you doing, Sofia?"
I replied, "Cleaning your binder...."
He shook his head. "Fine, whatever. Just hand me my homework for Algebra so I can do it." I looked through all the paper in the mess of papers on the table. He sighed. "You don't know where it is, do you?"
When I didn't answer, he smirked and said, "Stupido." I glared at him and said, "Tu eres stupido."
He frowned at me and said, "What?"
I looked at him, confused. "Aren't you Hispanic?"
He shook his head slowly. "No... I'm Italian. Damn, you've never heard of me, have you?"
I shook my head. "Nope. Sorry."
But part of me was surprised. He was Italian? Then why was his last name 'Mitchell'?
I could ask him later....
That's when I saw the Algebra homework. "Here," I said. "Finish this while I organize your binder."
He looked at it, and looked at me, and I noticed something different in his expression. Instead of his guarded one, he actually looked.....friendly.
He smirked at me. "Yes, ma'am."
I glared at him. "Callate, estupido!"
He chuckled but picked up his pencil and starting writing stuff down as I started organizing his binder.
And, for me, it felt like we were best friends. Almost boyfriend and girlfriend.
And I wondered why I hated him in the first place.
Why did I feel this way?
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