Owen's POV
Claire has been tutoring me for a couple of weeks now, and she's seriously the best. She's so smart, and funny. And amazing. Did I mention absolutely beautiful?
"So, what's the best way to start off an essay in your opinion?" Claire asked, sitting on my swirling. I was sitting on my bean bag throwing a baseball up and down.
"My topic is whatever, and these are my evidence."
"Ok... it's a start. Owen, The English test is coming up soon, and you need to learn how to engage your reader. If yours comparing and contracting, then you could use sayings like 'On the other hand'". and she went on and on. I stopped paying attention the moment I looked up and saw she had put her hair in a messy bun. When did she do that? Is it getting hot in here?
"Are you even listening? Owen, if you're going to play football again, you have to do good on this test."
"Erm, yeah sorry."
"Is there a problem?" she rested her head on her hand, her piercing green eyes staring at me. My mouth went dry.
"N-no. No problem," I faked a smiled. The problem is that you're too gorgeous, but I would never say that. She would never like a guy like me.
She sighed, "fine, rest me an opening paragraph for.. i don't know dinosaurs. Whatever you want to write about."
I smiled and picked up my pencil and paper. I knew exactly what I was going to write about. I was going to write about the gorgeous redhead in front of me.
Author's Note
I UPDATED ALL MY STORIES WHOOOO HOOOO *does happy dance*
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