Sincerely Yours

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"You're dividing the variables. What do you do with the exponents?"

"Add?"

"No."

"Subtract?" He glanced up at me in question, I nodded and rewarded him with a small smile, since he had been previously bugging me nonstop saying that I never smile. I do smile...just on the inside most of the time. His eyes shimmered at the reward which I thought was pretty stupid. He then scribbled in his perfect handwriting the answer to a question on the practice worksheet I'd made for him.

As he did this, I pushed my hands into my pockets and leaned back against a bookcase. We were sitting on the floor in the mostly vacant library. He was laid on his stomach near my feet and I was sitting up. "I don't know if Caleb or Tristan told you, he seems to tell you a lot of bullshit I don't condone in-but we came up with a rule that says that when Caleb and Tristan want to be gross together, we've gotta-"

"Be gross together?" He finished for me, smirking with his cheek pressed against the heel of his hand as his eyes roamed south of me. My face heated up a little, "no. We have to be together somewhere. Not in that sense, never in that sense, but together. So I figured that could be bonus tutoring or whatever. Free of charge, though I never wanted to charge you in the first place."

"Whatever, you deserve the money, " he brushed off before smiling. "Are they together now?" I shrugged, they probably were. He knew this, and closed his notebook with the worksheets tucked in it. "It's been three hours, as agreed. Go somewhere with me?"

"I technically don't have a choice, and I'd rather not, but-" he sprung to his feet and yanked me up as well, grabbing my things for me while trying to put on his jacket at the same time. "You don't have a choice, come on!"

He pulled me out of the library, getting shushed from his loudness by the librarian even though there was no one else there, and to his car. I had walked here, but he opened the passenger door and practically threw me in there. When he got in, I looked at him like he was insane, and he was. "Y'know, this is called kidnap."

"What?"

"You just forced me out of the library and into your car-" I reached for the handle, but the lock clicked. I looked back over at him, he had a wide smirk on his face and his finger was on the lock button. I just calmly put on my seatbelt, taking a breath. "Aiden...I'm not fucking around today."

He sped out of the parking lot but got slowed down by campus speed bumps. "Too bad, fucking around sounds fun." I just didn't speak to him after that quip. It was nothing he didn't expect though, so he just kept that dumb smile on his face. That same dumb smile that provoked his dimples and brightened up his icy, almost silvery white, blue eyes. That same smile that brightened up the eyes that clashed well with the darkness of his hair. His perfect hair.

Damn, I was staring again. As soon as I became aware of this I averted my eyes to be looking out of my window. I could then see him gaze for a few seconds at me from the corner of my eye. I jumped a little when I felt my hood being pulled off of my head, and saw him hold it down for a bit longer before placing his hand back on the wheel. "Your hood is always up," he said. I moved to put it back up anyways but he stopped me. "I want to see your hair. It's nice."

"It's a mop."

"A nice mop. I think it's kinda cute, really. A cute, nice mop." I looked back at him, his eyes were still on the road. I pretended the slight hammering in my chest didn't occur right then. I blamed it on the coffee I had this morning. "I might cut it," I found myself saying, initiating conversation I didn't intend to start.