Stone Hearts

Part 4

"I know, right? He's so sweet!"

"Awwww I wish Ricky would buy me flowers too. The last time he gave me flowers was on Valentine's day," said Brianne dreamily.

Seeing my friend having such perfect relationships made me want to have a boyfriend myself too. But then again, it's too much work to maintain a relationship and I'm currently emotionally unavailable. 

"Livvy, are you going to the Halloween party?" asked Jane.

"When?"

"The Saturday after next week."

"Yes, Dylan and I are going as the Joker and Harley Quinn. Isn't it perfect?" said Jane. 

"What? I thought we are going as Powerpuff girls! How about you, Bri?" I said. We went as the three Powerpuff girls since high school, it's our tradition.

"I'm going as a couple with Ricky, sorry," said Brianne apologetically, "I can still go with you though, if you want."

"No, it's okay," I said, feeling like an idiot, "I'll find someone."

"We'll go together next year, I promised. Don't get mad," said Brianne.

"No, I'm not mad. I'm fine, really. I'll find someone," I ensured them. "I'm kinda busy anyway, I'm not sure if I can go. I'm working on my grades right now."

"Oh right, how's the tutorial thing working out for you? Did you talk to Mr Man-Candy?"

"Yea, kind of. I think he still hates me though," I said, not at all upset that he probably think of me as an annoying fly that won't go away.

"That's ridiculous. Who wouldn't love our favourite sister Livvy? You're the cutest thing I've ever seen," said Brianne, giving me a squeeze.

"Ahaha..." I gave an embarrassed chuckled. I consider myself a tiny bit above average on a good day but nowhere near a 10. Brianne is usually considered the hot one since she's supermodel tall and tan while Jane is the cute and busty one. I'm probably just the approachable/ easy one. I used to make a lot of effort to hook up with guys but now I guess my hormones are taking a vacation to Oompa Loompa Land.

"Hey, I know a cute guy I can set you up with," offered Jane.

"No really, I'm fine," after myriad disastrous blind dates, I'm really done.

I can't possibly tell them that I'm off the dating scene because I want to throw up whenever I'm around guys, like some no-dicks-allowed forcefield is surrounding me. They've both tried their best to make me feel included but I feel like their boyfriends are much more important than I am. It's okay. I feel kind of uneasy at the thought. Should I be upset though? 

"Oh, it's almost 2:30," I read my phone," I should be going. See you all tomorrow."

"Okay, bye! I'll text you the time and place tonight," said Brianne, referring to our lunch date tomorrow.

I made it on time to the tutorial class and thank God I wasn't the last one who entered the room. Everything was hard to miss in a group consists of less than ten pupils, including me. I must say that the tutor who now has a name, Gavin Hundert's presence is a bit overwhelming. Although he's an asshole, he explains things really well and kept the group discussion going. I had to give it to him, he knows his stuff.

I tried to participate in the discussion as much as I could, but soon I found myself lost. My mind was all clogged up with big words and intricate concepts like tissue paper in the toilet that just can't be flushed away. I noticed Gavin's murderous stare fixated on me occasionally. Like, sorry! But I'd rather not open my stupid mouth and say something stupid about things that I don't even understand.

When the lesson finally ended, I waited for most of the people to be out of the room to ask Gavin for my assignment back. I walked up to him, my chin up, back straight, so ready to grill him on behalf of my education.

Out of my expectation, he simply hands me my assignment without a word. 

"Oh. Thanks." I said limply. I flip through the pages to make sure there's nothing funny about it.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

"No... I didn't think you would actually help me mark it." I thought he would have fed it to a dog or something.

"You think I would let a dog chew it up?" he said. Okay, he reads my mind. "Sadly, as much as I wanted to, I keep it when I make a promise. Unlike someone. I've never broken a promise, and I'm not planning to do so." He crossed his arms as he says. I squinted. Someone's a petty lil bitch. He seriously needed to stop doing this, he was squeezing his biceps as he fold his arms. It's a bit too delicious to watch.

"Does it mean that you're going to help me with my class?" I said hopefully.

He snorted and looked down at me from his height. I'm an average 5'5 and he's at least 6'3. I smiled. Livvy, be nice! Be so fucking nice you don't need to start an argument. Yet.

I trailed him out of the door as we packed up and leave. "So, are you a graduate student?" I tried to be as friendly as possible. He doesn't seem old enough to be a professor.

"How does it concern you?" he said without looking back.

"Woah, okay. Just making conversation." Does he have to be so blunt? I'm not stalking him or anything I'm just curious. We're stuck on the way out anyway.

He stopped as we reached the main entrance. "I'm in my senior year, but I'm also working on my master's degree in Business Law. I'm just doing old Richard a favour to tutor for him." He looked me straight in the eye as he explained.

"Okay..." I didn't know what to do when he stared at me with his intense, dark blue eyes. It was a little bit too mesmerising. I felt like I was swimming in ocean of unlimited sapphire.

He continued to stare at me for a while as I was stunned in place, then left without looking back.

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A/N: I'm super, super, super busy on weekdays so I'll try to write as much as I can on weekends.

btw, just so you know I don't study economics. I don't know anything about it, so sorry if things are a bit off, I'll correct them when I have time. 

and sorry if there are any mistakes, everything is not proofread. Some words may not make sense bc of stupid auto correct so bear with me.