Amnesia: [ ON HOLD]

10.

Austen's POV

" Don't touch that !" I said shoving his hands away from his phone.

"You need to concentrate on writing your notes before I test you in five minutes."

" Well its not my fault that I am popular "

" Well then you should probably tell your girlfriends to piss off "

" Who said they were girls?" He asked quirking up his eyebrow.

" You won't be smiling that much if they weren't girls.....or are you like gay."

His smile faltered a little before he regained his smirk. " I'm not gay..don't you see how many girls want me? And besides , what's wrong with being gay?"

"Nothing " I shrugged. " Just that your time is up. Close your notebook. I'm gonna test you orally now."

" Cool I'm getting a blowjob for my hard work." He said as he moved his hand towards his crotch.

" NONONONONO, I meant that you don't have to write the answers down. You just have to tell me the answers." I covered my eyes with my hands.

" HAHAHAHAHA I'm just fucking with you.....look how red you are HAHAHA " he grabbed my wrists and removed them from my eyes.

" You're such a pain in the ass" 

" Did I hear ass?"

" NO. Ok lets get back to work ."

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After two whole hours of testing and teaching Quainton I heard a car slowing down on the driveway. I ran up to open the door, secretly hoping it was Harry. However to my dismay, it was my parents. Not that I didn't want them to come home, just that it would have been better if it was Harry.

" Uh hey mom, hey dad."

" Hi Auss" they reached to give me a hug.

" Hey Marie, hi James" greeted Quainton politely.

" Look who's here" hollered my dad cheerfully.

" Yeah, he was just leaving. We were just studying for History." I said instead, so as to not embarrass him.

" Ohh.. he's leaving already? He could stay for dinner, it's dinnertime already." my mom told me.

" I don't thi.....

" Of course I will stay for dinner Marie, just have a little bit studying to go." Quainton smiled and pulled me upstairs to 'study'.

"Urmm why are we here?"

"Because..I need to piss real bad, is that your bathroom?" he ran to the door, jumping from one foot to the other."

"NO..that's my closet." I tried to stifle my giggle. It was a funny sight watching him opening my closet and realizing that it was not the bathroom. 

"Ahhhhh, that was a close one." he sighed as he exited my bathroom. 

" Cool, you have a walk-in closet." he muttered as he walked in my closet. I did not care about him wandering in my closet because, firstly, I had nothing to be ashamed off, I liked my clothes and secondly, they weren't strewn all over like all the other teenagers.

" Nice black lace."

"HEYY GET OUT OF MY CLOSET!!"

"I was just joking"

" Wait, how do you know that I had a black bra?"

"It was a wild guess"

"DINNER'S READYYY" my mom yelled from downstairs.

We had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and Quainton left shortly after he got a call, promising my parents that he would come by more often.