Tutor

Chapter Five

"AH FUCK!" I scream sitting up in bed, surrounded by light peeking through the blinds. My comforter and top sheet spread half on the bed and almost on the floor.

I rub my hands over my face and then run them through my hair.

These dreams about my tutor really need to stop or I'll never be able to be in a room with him without wanting to kiss his perfectly plu- "Seriously stop. He's hot, I know. But I need to stop", I remind myself.

I glance at the clock,

11:41am

FUCK. I'm supposed to meet Ethan in 19 minutes to study for the chem test on Monday.

I jump out of bed, throwing on a tank top and a crewneck that's so big it hangs off one of my shoulders. I pull a pair of ripped jeans up my legs, button them and run of my vanity to get a hair-tie to pull my hair into a bun. I look into the mirror,

"A messy bun it is, I guess."

Ethan wouldn't care anyway, I think he has a new girlfriend: Layla. He's too busy to pay attention to me.

Gross.

Not her, she seems pretty nice. Just the thought of them together...gross.

I grab my chem book and run to his house. Thankfully he only lives down the street.

I ring the doorbell and I can hear him groan as he walks toward the door.

"What the fuck do you wa- OH SHIT. Carlie, hey...our tutoring session....right, that's today. um..." He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

He's shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. I'll spare you the rest of the details..

Actually, no I won-

Actually...I probably should. Gotta keep it PG-13.

"Hey baby, come back to beeeeeddddd. I'm ready for round tw- oh, hey..Carlie....." Layla vocalizes standing at the head of the staircase wearing nothing but one of Ethan's button-ups.

"I'll, uh, come back, um, later..you two are obviously busy.." I say starting to turn around to head back down his front steps.

"No, uh, it's fine. Layla, I think you should go." Ethan says turning towards her.

She walks back down the hall into his room, probably to get changed.

"Hold on a minute..you can come in though." He says motioning me inside.

I walk inside and he runs up the stairs.

I make my way into the dining room. Setting my book and pad of paper down on the table so I can pull the chair out to sit on.

A few minutes later, Layla and Ethan come out of his room. He turns and makes a right, heading towards where I was; the dining room. While she walks down the stairs, slamming the door behind her as her heels click against the concrete stairs outside.

He opens up his textbook, sliding his black rimmed glasses on his face ready to start studying but I stop him before he can read the first line on the page.

"So, is Layla like, your girlfriend or..?"

He lets out a small laugh, "No..nothing serious like that at all. We're um..basically a one-night-stand....minus just the whole 'one night' thing. It's kind of turned into multiple night stands.." His voice trailing off at the end of the sentence.

I nod understandingly staring at my textbook.

We begin studying.

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"I'm thinking of telling Layla I want to stop everything." He states out of the blue.

"Oh, really? Why would you do that?" I question as I continue taking notes.

"I have my eyes on someone else."

I look up and he's staring at me, smirking. His gaze then shifting toward the notebook he had scribbled his notes upon just moments ago.

"Am I dreaming again?"

"Huh?" He questions, lifting his head up to look at me whilst he raises an eyebrow.

Fuck. I said that out loud.

"Oh, nothing..." I respond quickly, turning back to my notes as I feel myself blush.