Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

8 | bitter coffee

Taylor's POV

Somedays, I never know what I'm doing. Last night was for sure a day that I had no idea what I was doing. After driving home with Lila last night, I knew what my role was as soon as I unlocked our apartment door. I had to take care of her, keep my eye on her, to make sure nothing bad happens to her while she sleeps. So, after holding Lila's hair back while she puked everything her stomach had, I finally got her to go to sleep. 

For me, however, sleep was not the case that night. I knew sleep was not going to happen for me since Lila almost gave me the scare of my life. She woke up during the middle of the night puking her guts out into the trash can that I placed next to her bed. I possibly fell asleep around that time since the noise of someone horribly coughing alerted me to wake up. Thank God I'd woken up at that time, or else who knows what could've happened. 

Next thing I knew, it was the morning. It was a Saturday, and the next day. I, unfortunately, had planned on that day to start one of the many essays that my several professors gave me to complete by the end of the week. Last week, I was informed by my Literature professor that he had chosen me to tutor one of his following students. Of course, I agreed to his offer and walked away without saying anything back. After all, did I want to get on his bad side? 

Now, the day has finally arrived of me sacrificing my Saturday so that I can tutor this individual. Could it be that bad? Probably not. 

"Lila, I'm leaving!" I yell out, about to leave the apartment with the full intention of teaching. How great is that? It's really not. I could be doing many different things instead of tutoring someone, such as reading a good book, watching Netflix until I pass out, eat food, eat more food. Or, actually completing my essays. You know, the usual. Sadly, I have to leave my room, walk to the university, and tutor someone in the library. 

"Have fun!" Lila shouts back. I scoff, rolling my eyes as I put on my flats. "Wait, you're going out like that?' I look up, noticing as Lila looks at my outfit, judging it in seconds.

With a sigh, I say, "What's wrong with it?" She shrugs, crossing her arms.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just.." She bites her lower lip and her eyes scroll over my outfit. Of course, to Lila, my outfit is nothing to what she would wear. 

"Just what?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"You're wearing jeans, with a hoodie," she asks, looking at me with confusion.

"Yes?"

"Seems weird," she mutters.

"What do you mean weird? I'm just tutoring someone." I cross my arms, feeling the hint of insecurity. I keep forgetting that Lila has no filter when it comes to having a conversation with others.  

"But what if it's some hot guy?!" You have got to be kidding me. 

"And? You want me to dress in what, a ball gown?" I laugh, grabbing my bag and putting my books in.

"Well, not exactly a ball gown..."

"I'm going like this," I sternly say, about to open the door so that I can leave.

"But you could at least try just a bit!"

"Thanks?" I reply as I look through my bag once more before I leave. Certain that I have everything I need for my tutee. 

"Aw, I'm going to be home all alone!" I turn around and sigh as I shrug with no answer to give Lila. It's not my fault that no one wants to hang with her. Everyone is busy now, except her. Therefore, she needs a hobby.