Don't Leave Me Please.

Chapter Three - You Don't Know Me

Andrea's POV

It was the middle of the day and so far so good,

Had health and social in peace then I had a long break, which I mostly spend in the library doing work on my own.

I had ICT next, whoopee

ICT means seeing Brad, seeing Brad means irritation and arguments. I'm dreading this lesson so much.

Why does he have to be in 2 of my subjects.

I walked inside the ICT suite and he was already there next to my seat. I say on my seat and ignored his presence.

"Hi Andrea"

Silence

"How are you today?"

Nothing

"So are you not going to talk to me then?"

Ignored

"oh, i see how it goes!"

No one has spoken a word, just the occassional stare. it was utterly awkward. i didnt speak to him, i was concentrating on my ICT coursework. He was just minding his own business. Asking mike our ict teacher question when he got stuck on something.

After about an hour or so, the lesson had ended and I'm eager to come out of this room. as I was about to run to my next class someone had caught my arm.

"Brad! Let go of me! I need to go."

"Andrea, what time do you finish today?"

"Why?"

"Remember what Justin said you're tutoring me for our exam!"

Sh*t I forgot about that.

"Around 5"

"Ok, I'll wait for you at my house, don't be late!" He winked and left, leaving me confused staring at the wall in front of me.

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The day went by really fast. Last time I've checked it was quarter to 3 now it's half past 4. meaning my lesson is ending, meaning going home, this means tutoring Brad.

I tried my best to walk really slow to my car and I took the longest route going home. As much as I want to hide from him, I can't. He lives next to me. he will easily see if I'm home or not. Let's just get this done and over with.

I parked my car by my house and headed for Brads front door. I hesitated to knock. Andrea you can do this.

I knocked twice. no answer. I knocked again this time more harder. Still no answer.

As I turned around and I was about to leave. I heard the front door open.

"Why are you leaving already?"

I turned around and saw brad standing there with his wet hair dripping only in his towel that was wrapped around his waist. His full chest and torso was in show. I turned around hiding my ever so rosy cheeks away from him.

"Errr uhmm I was just about to leave because I thought no one was in." I replied.

"Well I just took a quick shower because I thought SOMEONE was not coming anymore."

"I'm here now aren't i?"

"Come in. No ones at home. it's just us!" He winked

"Where are they?"

"Dad and mum are at work and Nat went back to Uni. so I have the house to myself"

I looked around and admired all the pictures that was on the wall. There were a range of pictures of them, as a family. Majority of them are family holiday pictures. There was one photo that caught my eye. It was young brad up on stage playing with his red electric guitar wearing a nintendo red hat. His curls are peeking through. its so adorable.

"I'm just going upstairs to change." a voice from behind said.

"Okay, I'll be down here to set up"

"Don't miss me to much."

"You wish!"

He is so over confident, he has this cocky personality. I hate that in men or should I say a boy. I don't think he is fully grown yet to be called a man. I set all the books and paper we will need for this tutorial. I got my sociology books ready or my notebooks, I'm all set, all I'm waiting for that boy. Where the hell is he? I've been waiting for about 15 mins already! How all can this boy change?

"I ordered pizza by the way!"

Well it about time he comes down!

"I don't eat pizza."

"What?! Why? You're missing out man."

"I'm lactose intolerance"

"Huh? What's that?"

"It's a condition in which there is an absence of lactase"

"English please?"

"It's just means that I do not have any enzyme that will break down milk sugar in my small intestine, which could lead to abdominal cramps or diarrhoea"

"You've completely lost me after the word enzyme."

"Never mind."

"So does this mean I can have the whole pizza to myself?"

"Pretty much."

"So, shall we start?"

"If you say so"

We sat down and had our books ready.

"Brad, what do to know about sociology?"

"Uhmmm errr" was all he can say.

"Sociology is the study of society and the behaviour of an individual."

"Got it! I don't know that."

After about 2 hours of attempting to teach brad sociology. He started to get bored and started to ask questions about my personal life.

"Andrea, I really want to know you better. if you allow me"

"Why do you want know me?"

"I don't know there is something about you."

"Right ok."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I'm not!" I shouted

"Woah! Why are you shouting?"

"Because I'm sick and tried of people calling me stubborn! I'm not stubborn!"

"Then why are you like that?"

"Like what?"

"That! I'm just what to know you and you won't let me!"

"Because you don't know me!"

I took all my things and ran home without having any eye contact with Brad.

I just hate it when people try to get to know me, I hate it, I hate it. I think I'm just so traumatised to what happened to my so called friends last year, that I had forgotten, what it's like to have friends. it's not like I don't want to be friends with brad, it's just I don't want to open up to someone about my life and at the end of the day they will either leave me or betray me.

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