MJ imagines

Math lessons

I slowly  walked up the stairs to my math teacher's apartment. Her name was Aretha. She was a very sweet, black, old lady with big, black curly hair and the biggest black eyes. She had a delicate frame and was around her sixties but looked in her twenties. She was like a grandma to me. Like a family in general.
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I looked at the time. 10:40....
I'm a little bit early, but she wouldn't mind. I ring the bell and seconds later she opens the door with a big, warm, child-like smile.
"Hey honey, how are you? How's your mother?" I smiled at her concern
"I'm ok, mom's great. She's on a trip to Russia right now. By the way, I'm a bit early. I hope you don't mind. Is Alexa here?" Alexa was Aretha's niece. She was my age, had pretty blond hair and bright eyes. Aaand she was practically my best friend.
"Well that's great. I'm glad Irina's ok. And no, I don't mind. I actually haven't finished with my other student, and sorry but Alexa isn't here. She's on a trip with her dad" hmm. She told me about that, but I didn't expect her to be gone already. My thoughts were interrupted by an angelic, sweet and the most delicate voice.
"Mrs. Jones? I don't understand the 3rd exercise" I almost fainted. God, what a beautiful voice
"No problem, sweetheart, comin'!" She calmly said then looked at me and gestured for me to come in.
"Sweetie, please sit on the couch and wait till we're finished, ok?" I turned to look at her
"Yeah that's alright"
I walked in and sat calmly on the couch. The student with the pretty voice was with his back turned to me, so I couldn't see his face. What I could see though, were his black curls and his varsity jacket. Huh, classic.
Aretha quickly helped him then excused herself and went to the other room. The boy was tapping his foot on the floor, seemingly nervous. I really wanted to say something to him, but that would be stupid. He probably has a girlfriend or somethin'. I would look like some creepy high school girl...Jesus... Aretha returned and smiled at me "Baby, don't be nervous. You can sit on the other stool and do your exercises. If you need help, just yell. I'll be in the other room." She said then exited the room once again. I lifted myself from the couch and found myself glued to the ground, looking at the boy's big, toned, masculine hands. Oh, how I wanted to grab his hand and kiss it. Wait, where the hell did that come from? Stop Etta! You're here to learn, not to check him out! Gosh... I somehow found the strength to move and sat on the stool, only a few meters away from this curly haired boy. STOP ETTA! JESUS, GET A GRIP, GIRL! My inner voice ringed in my ears so loudly, literally... I started to flip the pages on my notebook and started reading the exercises. I found myself done with almost all of them, but suddenly my mind didn't exist on the last one. Where's my brain? I re-read the exercise two thousand times and suddenly the sweet voice tickled  my ears once again.
"Do you need help there?" He asked softly
My heart stopped. What now? What do I say
You can say "yeah" girl, he's not an alien!
I couldn't look up at him...I was scared and I have no clue why...Soon, I felt him approaching me, his scent intoxicating to me as soon as he got close..My heart...I've never felt this way...It was so... Different...

"Are you ok?" He asked sweetly as he looked down at my hand that were...shaking? Was I that nervous? I seriously need to get my head out of my ass soon...
I finally made eye contact with him. With his big, black, irises, with a little bit of brown shade here and there. He had the perfect eyebrows...My eyes were suddenly stuck on his lips... they were mauve, they looked so plump, so kissable...My gaze traveled all the way down then back up at his eyes. Lord help me. I breathed in sharply...Now, that I found my chill, let's begin...
"Y-yeah um I actually can't solve this problem here " he sat next to me, oh God,  he's so close. His aroma scent was so intoxicating
"Let me see" he said calmly as he flipped trough the pages, his eyes focused, his sharp jawline on visible display.
"Ok,  so what you have to do is..." I tuned him out just so my eyes could explore more of his beauty. He was really beautiful... He looked like one of those fuckboys, but at the same time you could see that he clearly wasn't...From his gentle moves,  his delicate gaze when he looks your way...Those eyes are not something you see everyday to say the least.
"...You got it?" Suddenly my ears are back on and I'm sure I look dumb-founded.  I didn't hear a thing.
Great. Just fucking awesome. My hand was  on the other page of the notebook, he suddenly grabbed my hand and just held it for a few seconds. Then he started rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles softly...The electricity wa felt.. The connection. ...
"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked once again, his hand still holding mine gently
"Y-yeah, sorry" he smiled warmly at me. Wow, that smile. Jesus Christ, this man will be the death of me...
"I'm Michael, by the way. What's your name?" He asked  and I found myself answering his question with a sudden burst of confidence
"Etta. So, since when are you taking Aretha's lessons?" I asked the first thing that came to my mind
"Oh, well um...Let's say..Three or four months?" He said, giggling sweetly...God, why is he so damn perfect?!
"I see. So, do you like Alexa?" What?! What was that?! Great Etta, now he's gonna fucking think you like him or some shit! Well that's true either way...Ugh!
He looked at me confused, unsure of how to answer
"I-i'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"he cut me off
"No, it's alright. Alexa's a good girl, but she's not really my type" in my mind, I was relieved...I dont know why, but I just was
"Then what's your type?" I asked, quiet curious of the answer
He suddenly inched closer to me, our noses almost touching...His scent, his minty breath felt fanning my face...
"I don't know. Would you like to find out?" He said, I opened my mouth to speak, but the next second his plump lips covered mind and captured me in a tender kiss...

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