Tell Me You Love Me [bxb]

C1: Tell Me We Were Studying.

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"Are you just gonna sit there and watch me struggle, or are you gonna help?" Eric snapped at me. He was having a hard time studying for his bio test tomorrow, and I was supposed to be his tutor.

But all I could think about was how good he would look with his shirt off and his body pressed against mine.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," I snapped myself back into reality.

Grabbing his over-organized notebook that was color coordinated by specific lessons, I sat cross-legged beside him. I couldn't help but look at his eyes, they were naturally a light golden brown, but now they were darker. That always happened when he became angry. His eyes would tell me before his facial expressions ever did.

"I don't even get what's so hard. Mr. Hem gave you a study guide," I teased him once I bought the sheet out of the pocket folder it was in and waved it in his face.

Not a good idea.

Snatching it from my hands, Eric looked pissed.

He goes, "Not everyone can be as smart as you, Wheeler,"

Choosing not to say anything else, I quickly skimmed through the material he really needed to pass. I could tell this was serious to him because he only called me by my last name when he was fed up with me. Eric had what you would call anger issues. The slightest thing could piss him off. It was like I had to tiptoe around him so the grenade wouldn't explode.

I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I liked getting him angry sometimes. I loved seeing the "Darren, I'm going to fucking murder you" look in his eyes. It let me know that he at least felt something towards me other than lust.

I pulled out my phone to check Mr. Hem's study guide because I knew better than to try and take it back from Eric. Plus, it was easy since Eric shared the class with my sister, L.J, who had me sync her school account to mine.

"Lucky for you, it's just a quiz on the terms, and even luckier, he only gave out twenty so far," I spoke calmly, watching as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

"I'm sorry," Eric blurted. "It's just that if I fail this, my grade drops to a D, and I won't be able to play in the game next Friday,"

Aha. That's why he was so on edge. Eric lived for being captain and quarterback of East Central High's football team, and by Eric, I meant his father. If he ever missed a game or a practice, his father would gut him like a fish, especially due to failing grades.

What made it worse? His dad was the coach. He was Brutal to Eric on and off the field. There wasn't a day when Eric wasn't complaining to me about his father and how much of an ass he is. It always made me feel bad because I couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted to.

Taking the study guide from his hands, I immediately regretted that decision when our hands touched. Thinking, Eric would get mad all over again, accusing me of trying to distract him. Besides, touch was a huge push, it was more of a light graze, but suddenly the room got hot. It had to be this sweater I was in. Why was I even wearing a sweater? It was 70 degrees outside.

Eric no longer had his face in a scowl, and he was looking directly at me. His eyes had set back to their normal golden brown, and I swore a smirk graced his lips.

I watched as he moved his hand closer to mine until they were, in fact, touching. They were soft and a tad bit sweaty, but the sweaty part could be all me. This sweater was really cutting off my circulation.

My heart was racing like any time something like this happened between Eric and me. He had this crazy effect on me that made me act stupid. When we were touching, he could literally ask me to sell him my soul, and I'd say yes. I'm a sucker, I know, but he's definitely my weakness, and I like to think that I was his.