My Snarky Tutor(Boyxboy)

~Chapter Sixteen~

So...now you get to see Dustin's p.o.v....YAY.....

Yeah...you have NO idea how tiring and how bored I got writing his p.o.v.

(Dustin's P.O.V)

After we entered the house, my mom headed straight towards the kitchen, giving the privacy Noah and I needed. I turned to him and without a word, I motioned for him to follow me.

As we walked upstairs, my heart was nearly pounding out of my chest. I was happy that he was here but at the same time I was nervous that I wasn't sure if I would be able to function properly.

When we got to my room which was the last room at the left end of the hall, I opened the door, allowing him to go in first. When I trailed in behind him, I scanned my room and felt all the blood drain from my face.

Crap! I had completely forgotten how disgusting my room looked. On a regular occassion, I couldn't care less about my room since I was teenage boy I was SUPPOSED to be messy. It was normal. But now since the person I liked was in my room, It was really embarrassing.

I turned to Noah and felt a sheepish smile forming on my lips.

"Gi-give me a minute."

He smiled then nodded in approval and picked up the dirty laundry, tossing the laundry bin.

I heard him talk as I picked up wrappers from the floor.

"It's ok Dustin. My room is really messy too. I don't think I could keep my clean to save my life."

With my head turned away from him, I smiled. Why is he so cute?

"I bet." I teased, tossing my crumpled up paper in the garbage. "But you're still a guest."

As I ran around quickly to each spot of my room to make sure It looked half decent, I caught a glimpse of him walking to my dresser where all my photos and trophies were.

"Can I look at them?" he asked.

"Go ahead." I answered, stuffing my remaining junk under my bed. Come on, who DOESN'T do that?

"You won all these?" Noah picked up my 2nd place swimming trophy I had won three ago. "You're so cool."

I felt my face go hot. Why was he complimenting me? I only had like five trophies. Alot of other guys had more than I did not to mention I rarely got 1st place.

I guess Noah was simple and was easily impressed. He's so different from the girl I dated in the 9th and the beginning of 10th grade, Sydney. Thank God.

After I cleaned off the stuff from my bed and threw my blankets over the bed, sloppily making it up, I sat down. I patted the empty space beside me to give Noah a non-verbal message to sit down next to me.

He set down my trophy back on top of my dresser and sat close to me...WAY TOO CLOSE. Our legs were pressed against each other.

I looked away, trying to keep my eyes off him and an awkward silence floated between us. My throat got tight, It felt my air way was closing. I was too nervous to even try to speak.

I felt sweat forming from my forehead as I tried not to fidget. Noah sat closer to me and now our arm were pressed against each other. If only he knew...If only If he knew how much I wanted to kiss his pink, soft-looking lips, touch his skin and just...

My eyes wondered to his crotch. When i realized what I was looking at, I quickly looked away.

Damn you teenage hormones!

Noah then spoke, snapping me out of my impure thought.

"So...does the thing we have to talk about involve words...?"