His Tutor

Five

Framen's POV-

She hates me. I don't know why. Maybe she just doesn't get my sense of humor. Maybe she thinks I'm rude. But whatever the reason, her hating me is a good thing. I'm not good for her. I will just end up hurting her. And then what? How am I supposed to live with myself after that? The answer: I can't.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful person I had ever seen. Like an angle. But she had already been broken before, and I refuse to be the reason she's broken again.

I have to stay away from her. But that was impossible, after all, she was my Tutor. I had to talk to her, there was no way to avoid it. So, I just need to stay distant. I can't get too attached. But that was also impossible. You can't just meet Riley James and not instantly be drawn to her. From the moment I saw her three years ago, it was as if I was being pulled to her. Everything in me was begging me to go to her. I was able to avoid it in the past, but now, I couldn't avoid it anymore.

When principal Jacobs set Riley up as my tutor, I was mad. I wasn't mad because I was failing, or because of my reputation. I was mad because he was giving me the one thing I wanted the most and the one thing I deserved the least, all at the same time. I knew the more I associated with Riley James, the more I would be drawn to her. The more I would need her. No matter how hard I try, there's now way I will be able to resist her. Especially now.

I snap out of my thoughts when the realization of where I'm headed hits me.

I'm walking over to Riley's table.

Riley's POV-

"So, anyways, my dad walks over and he's like---" Sydney abruptly stops talking and looks behinds me. I turn around and stare in confusion, as Framen walks over to our table.

"Looks like you've got some company, Riley." Makayla says wiggling her eyebrows.

Framen sits down in Johnson's empty seat, a smirk plastered onto his face. "Hello, Love." He says, raising an eyebrow at my confused expression.

"Ummmm--h-hi...?" I stutter out. What's his deal? Just yesterday he was going on and on about how I would ruin his reputation, and now he just randomly sits at my table.

Gosh, why is this boy so confusing?

"Is everything okay?" I asked looking over at his tables, to see the boys were just as confused as I was.

"Yeah, I just uh... just um.... uhhhh... just wanted to know... uh.... if you wanted to study at your house, instead of mine. You know, so Layla won't disrupt us." He said slowly as if he weren't to sure of what he was saying.

"Oh, you did you?" I said, clearly unconvinced.

"Yep, that's what I came here for." He said, but it almost sounded as if he were trying to convince himself and not me.

"Yeah, sure, that sound good."

"Okay. Cool." He said, before walking off.

Hmmmm weird.

"What's goin on with him?" Bailey asked.

"I have no idea...." I said.
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"So, to defined the area of a circle, I just multiply the radius squared by pi?" Framen asked.

"Yep yep!" I said.

He nodded in response and finished the problem.