Him

Chapter 5

Third person POV

The Sunday morning sun was shining through his window, the first thing his mind went to was her, how her scent drove him crazy when he almost had her in his arms last Friday and how he wished he could just take a her there and then, the most beautiful girl he laid his eyes on, he thought, the was a risk and only called for trouble but he could care less, his feelings made it hard for him to control himself around her.

From what he knew in two months she would turn eighteen and in a few months school would end, though again he didn't care because he could tell how she had taken a little attraction to him as well, the way she secretly took glances at him, and how the both times he got close to her she didn't tell him to move, but she didn't exactly embrace him with open arms, that's what frustrated him the most, not knowing what she wanted, why would she even risk it with him.

His past though made him stop and wonder, he had been in gangs before, got arrested, sold drugs and he was only turning 23 this year.

The reason he even got this job was because his aunt was the principals ex-wife, luckily they were still on good terms and he needed to getaway from all the dangers in his life, though now his feelings for her were dangerous, he never knew beauty could be so dangerous.

He had been with many girls before but just for the physical pleasure, even yesterday he brought someone home to try and get his mind off the her, but as usual it failed.

He took of his shirt, there was tribal tattoo on his right upper right arm, he got that when he was 17, when he was the same age as her, yet his life was so different back than, so much more difficult than hers.

He shook his head not understanding why he wanted her so bad, he felt like he knew her, he knew he wanted to be with her, and that was that.

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Mom: dinner is ready :)

The notification in my phone shoots me back to reality, I honestly lost my appetite especially that I think about tomorrow, I sigh as I turn around on my warm bed, I felt exhausted not wanting to move an inch.

I tried to keep my mind off it, or should I say keep my mind off him, but it felt like that's the last thing my mind would do.

I take a long breath and get on my feet, the cold floor made me curl my toes as I walked downstairs.

The whole house smells so good, it always did when dad was home, we had these extra special meals, my mother just loved to please this man, I had no idea why.

My little brother Mikey runs over to me in his Superman pajamas catching me off guard, "seleneee" he hugs my leg, my mind took me back to the point where Mikey was basically my son, a few years ago my mom and dad a huge fight, it almost tore the family apart, me and Mikey stayed in our grandmas house for a 7 months, in those harsh 7 months I was his mother.

We walk over to the dining room, Mikey quickly runs over to the seat in front of the lasagna and I walk over to sit next to him, after a while mom and dad come in and we start our dinner.

"How's school?" Dad says out of nowhere, the first thought in my mind goes to Friday but I get my act together.

"It's good" I tried to say as casually as I could, I take another bite of my food hoping he won't ask anything else.

"That's good to hear, isn't it George?" My mom chimes in excitedly trying to hold this poor conversation, I just gave her a weak smile as I take a sip from my cold water to clear the lump that was forming in my throat.

"I heard you're getting math tuitions?" His accusing tone almost made my choke on my water, my eyes shot up to him immediately and I quickly try to calm my now fast beating heart but my mind goes blank.

"Uh yeah, I thought it was umm..something I needed...to work on..more..you know" I managed to say it as casually as I could, acting like there was nothing wrong with just some math tutoring, I frowned "how did you know?"

"Your principal sent us an email saying you'd stay back after school for an hour" my mother says while she grabs a spoonful of mashed potatoes and serve them to my dad.

"Oh" I mumble, I look down at the floor a part of me is anxious absolutely terrified to see him again yet at the same time all I wanted to do was to be with him, I craved him.