My Snarky Tutor(Boyxboy)

~Chapter Thirteen~

(Noah's P.O.V)

"...id. Hey kid."

My phone almost flew out of my hands as I jumped out of my seat. I adverted my gaze to Eric who suddenly held a Tim Hortons bag in front of my face.

"Are you ok?" he asked me as I absently took the bag from him,

I blankly stared at it, trying to absorb what I just read.

He was joking right? I mean....there's no way Dustin could..

"Kid." Eric called again making me quickly glance at him.

"Mhm. Ok." I answered stupidly, looking out the window. Why did I feel ashamed? Was It because Eric was here? What would he think about this? That I had feelings for a guy and the guy apparently liked me back.

Would he think It was disgusting? No, Eric was not like that. He'd probably be like "It's none of my business" or "people can like whoever they want"

But still..

"You're lying." he stated, making me shrink in my seat. Damn It! I wish Eric wasn't near me right now because I really wanted to talk to him about it and ask If he thought Dustin was serious.

"I'm fine." I insisted, finally answering him properly.

I wasn't lying. I wasn't hurt or upset right now, just confused...in shock....or something like that.

Eric probably thought I wasn't telling the truth but he still dropped It anyways.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"By Pickering Beach. Barnard Street. Do you know where that is?"

"Yeah, that's about five minutes from my house." he answered as he continued to drive.

I nodded as I hugged the bag to my chest with one arm and used my free hand to hold my phone. I re-read the message again.

Dustin: I really like you...romantically

When he told me he had to tell me something that might "effect our friendship", I'd never thought he'd confess to me.

I felt Eric look at me a few times and I immediately got flustered and tucked the phone in my lap. He wasn't looking at my phone right? Did he see anything? Was that why he keeps looking at me?

I looked at Eric and we locked eyes, he quickly looked away and put his concentration back on the road.

I put my phone in my pocket and took a sip of the apple juice from the cup holder.

"I'm not that nosy you know." he said out of the blue, nearly making me choke.

"Huh?" I asked. Was he talking about-

"You keep looking at me then at your phone, as If you don't want me to see a text or picture or something."

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment once again. How obvious could I possibly get?

"I have one question about that text though." he said.

"W-what?" I stammered out. I knew he wouldn't just ask me ''did anyone confess to you?'' because I don't think he would care. But still..

"No one threatened to hurt you right?'' he asked, making every bit of embarrassment go away.

"No." I simply answered, wondering why he would ask that kind of question.

"No one is bullying you?''

"No." I answered again.

"No disrespectful pictures?" he asked.

"No." I almost laughed at how serious his tone of voice was. He almost sounded like an over-protective brother who would deck anyone who dared to bug their sibling.

And nice "one question"

Eric paused for a moment and I waited for another ''big-brother" question. But instead he backed down.

"Ok. Then that DEFINITELY doesn't concern me ."

I nodded, not sure how to answer that.

Ok....

Silence once again floated between us.

I looked out the window to see that we were very close to my street.

"Once you get to my street, turn left. The house number is 28." I told him and he responded with a nod.

He did what he was told and he parked in my driveway beside my dad's car.

We're here already? That felt quick...

"Thank you." I smiled at him and I unbuckled my seat belt. I opened the car door until he told me to wait.

I closed the door.

"Bring a jacket from now on." He told me sternly making me feel embarrassed. After what happened today....definitely.

I nodded but he wasn't done talking.

"If your parents can't pick you up or drop you off, text me Ok?

I almost felt my heart stop.

"No-" I began to protest but he cut me off.

"I don't want you to do something so stupid again. You could've caused an accident."

I almost said sorry but he raised a brow and I said "ok" instead.

"Good. You can get out now." he told me rudely.

I glared at him and grabbed my bag and the food, getting out of the car.

He pulled out of the driveway and drove away. After he was gone, I found myself smiling.

"He acts so tough but he's such a softie." I said quietly to no one in particular

As I walked to my front door, my phone received a text message.

I put my back pack down and used my free hand to take out my phone.

Dustin:I'm sorry.

I gasped. Oh yeah...Dustin...the guy I had a crush on...liked me....romantically. I had no idea why he liked me even so... I just want him to know...

Me:Don't be. I really like you too...romantically.

Did this mean that...Dustin and I will be dating? I would love to date him but I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship...

Oh well,,, I think about it later. I just want to go to sleep.

I put my phone back in my pocket and picked up my bag.

I was about to knock on the door(since I always forget my house key) until I looked down at the undeniably warm, comfortable sweater I was wearing.

I FORGOT TO GIVE THIS BACK TO ERIC! AND HIS SCARF TOO!