Forbidden Attraction

Chapter VII

Chapter VII
Jealous?

Eugene's P.O.V.

"Wait till I just get my hands on you, you little.." my hands clenching as I whispered death threats into a poor little book on the bookshelf that I was hiding behind. Glad he didn't see me, that cheeky boy.

Oh, Ms Blythe. I regret allowing you to tutor him.

"Hey Eugene. What are you doing? Stalking?" A raspy voice all so familiar questioned me.

"Uhm... No... Hey Yoongi! I was just getting some books." I said as confidently as possible.

"Are you done picking your book?" Let's go home." He impatiently said, hands on his hips.

"You mean our homes. We don't live together." I said rolling my eyes. "And yes I got my book already. Let's check out."

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Tyler's P.O.V.

At last I feel the piercing gaze fade away. It was such a relief.

Looking to my side was Ainsley, showing me how a certain number is done.

To be honest, I don't even needed the tutoring at first. I just wanted to spend time with her. Alone. That topic is so simple.

Then, her pen stopped moving. I snapped up to see that she finished her very specific explaination.

"Oh... So that how you do it." I said, trying to make it sound as natural as possible. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. Spill it."

"How can I know hundreds of digits of pi but I don't know the 9 digits of your phone number?" I said cutely.

"Do you even know that much of pi digits?" Ainsley said, raising her neat brows.

"Um... I can try. You know. For you."

"Seriously?"

I nodded enthusiasticly.

"Fine then. Remember at least a hundred pi digits and I'll give you my number."

"What? Why?" I pouted.

"I'm just kidding. But you can just get it by finishing Exercise 3C." She chuckled.

"But there are so many questionsss." I whined.

"Don't care. If you want my number, finish Exercise 3C. And that's final." She crossed her arms.

"Fine. I'll get it finished in 4.30." I said confidently.

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Ainsley's P.O.V.

4.30? That's like 30 minutes from now. How can he solve questions he was questioning at the hour before?

"30 minutes? Okay fine go start."

He quickly picked up a blue pen and started scribbling on his notebook. The thick blue ink started to flow non-stop onto the lined book.

I got bored watching him do the questions so I plugged in my earphones in and blasted some Mozart.

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Yoongi's P.O.V.

I could've sworn his fists balled up under that cheesy romance novel. Was it the novel? Or the girl? Was he jealous? Maybe.

"Eugene, can you accompany me to do my monthly shopping?" I said.

"Fine, but after that we're getting some food. Sweets."

I got into the driver's seat and buckled the seatbelt.

Man, this Porsche is gorgeous. I want it.

I sild in the car keys and started the engine. The engine roared into life.

"Eugene, can you give this car to me on my birthday? You don't even need to buy a new one. This is fine."

"What?"

"Come on, you have a huge ass garage to store your what? 100 cars?"

"Ugh yes I know but this baby is my favorite okay?"

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Ainsley's P.O.V.

"5 more minutes to 4.30." I said, impressed at his speed.

"Done!" Tyler said. "Go ahead check it.  I'm 100% sure it's perfect."

"If you're so sure... Getting one mistake will result in no phone number." I chuckled, pulling the book towards me.

"What?! I'm... "

"Shook? Well, you kept changing the terms. I just went along with the flow."

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Eugene's P.O.V.

"Yoongi, anything else?" I said, pushing the almost to the brim-filled trolley. "Are you sure that you're not tricking me to pay for all this?"

"Of course not. It's just that I have to prepare for my 1 month hibernation." Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.

"What? I haven't grocery shopped for 2 months! I probably won't in the next 2!"

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Ainsley's P.O.V.

Wow, number 15 and no mistakes so far? Does he even need my help?

I checked 15 numbers out of 20 numbers so far and no mistakes yet. To be honest, I don't want to give my number to some fuckboy.

"Well... I guess you got a perfect score then. Here's my number. Don't contact me unless important." I said, trying to sound stern. "It's also time, I have to go."

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Tyler's P.O.V.

Ugh, why is she so adorable? Especially when she's trying to sound stern...

"Oh, yeah of course. Bye."

Oh no, she's going to report the results of today and send it Mr. Eugene... And once he sees the perfect score he's going to stop the tutoring...

I probably only going to be able to talk to her in school...