The kind of feelings that sprang up in me each time Mark was around made me wonder who exactly he was. Or what in the world was he?
I always struggled hard to pretend that nothing was happening inside of me. A girl is not supposed to be loose please .
When Mark first moved in to our neighborhood, it was very obvious that he was someone different. Yeah, his looks were quite cool. Besides those muscular arms and a body so fit, it made him move like there was some spring board beneath his feet. I loved that too. It made me smile and the pump in my chest would just
be at its work, something I did not ask it to do. But I loved how it made me feel.
Mark was to take the teenagers in their tutorials for a competition that would yield scholarship into one of the best universities in the world. The parents in my neighborhood saw this as an opportunity to make a name. So they sought one of the best tuition houses in town and Mark was employed. He had this air of confidence, we just knew we wouldn't fail.
When our classes started, we were 12 in number, 7 girls and 5 boys selected for our brilliant academic performances.
Whenever Mark taught us, my eyes remained steady on his face like every lesson to be learnt were carved on that beautiful face. I traced the curves of his neatly carved hair, his moustache made his lips seem like he smiled always.... The way his nostrils opened up as he spoke, I felt I should breathe in the very air he exhaled..
Mark's tap at my back reminded me that I was still in class. I had missed out on some things he taught.
.....to be continued.
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CRUSHED
Historia CortaMark was Ella's first love, perhaps her first lust. She had such a huge crush on him. Little did she know she would be crushed.
