Love Is An Open Dorm Door

NERDY MICKY!

Mica's P.O.V.

'So... What happened with your student?' Tisha asked with an evil grin on her face.

'Student?' I asked in bewilderment.

'Umm, have you forgotten the bargain?' she reminded me, disappointment washing over her face.

'What bargain?...
... Oh yeah! Now I remember! And yes, nothing had happened between us. Conner was a very good student to be precise', I said, then made a "perfect" sign using my right hand. Tisha nodded, giving me a rather understanding look.

'I thought it will end bad', she mumbled.

'What?'

'Nothing~' she teasingly smiled as she stood up and went to a vending machine to get us both a drink.

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'Nerdy Micky!'

Oh fucking graciousness! Who the hell was tha- Oh, yeah, it was Conner.

I turned my head, seeking to where I have heard the sound and saw a running Conner, towards my direction.

When he have reached close to me, she shoved me a piece of paper directly in front of my face, leaving me staggered by his sudden movement.

My brown brows furrowed and switched my attention at the panting Conner who's right hand is holding onto his right knee, who really was very exhausted.

'My math test result', he stated. I let out an "oh", and took it from his grasp.

I examined the paper and nodded with an astonishing smile on my face.

'Well done, and I have never imagined that you have been listening throughout our whole session.'

'Hey! Are you insulting me?'

'Oh, no! Not at all. In fact, I am quite grateful at your hard work. I remembered you were only sleeping through-'

'Okay, enough. I don't wanna hear about the past. I regretted being a sloth', I chuckled, recalling our previous events when I was here.

Now that I have think of it, I remembered doing something for him, and I think that was me being his...

.... Oh my god, why'd I have to think of that???

'Oh my God...', I lowered down my voice, didn't want him to hear what I just said.

'What?'

'Nothing', I hastily replied.

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Memories, memories... Too much MEMORIES!

'Ugggh!' I groaned, recalling every moments me and Connner had had. Every little details we had gone through, may be teasing, playful, or something with a hint of romance... Our maybe that's just me.

I was sitting on a wooden bench, patting my damn head from frustration.

In the past, I would always tell myself that I should be deleting every events that had occurred between us two. But most likely, I can't do that. It's too hard to forget him...

Did I just said that? Oh whatever, no one even heard me.

I did.

But you're a very different story!!