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Chapter 3

Raven's POV

"Will you be my tutor?" He asked.

I didn't answer for a while.

"No" I answered. I almost felt bad when I saw his face, his eyes dropped to the floor.

"But..." He said.

"I said no!" I shouted without thinking and stormed out.

The first few classes flew by for me. I wasn't thinking straight. My mind kept showing me Garfield's face. He looked so disappointed. I shook my head. Think of something different. I wonder what were having for dinner today or what mood will da-. No, no, don't think of him, anything but him. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, my eyes drifted to Garfield. His blonde locks and emerald green eyes. His eyes. His eyes always held that sparkle in them. They always held joy.

Without thinking I started to draw.
"Rachel?" I looked up; confused.

"May I get the answer off you?" Ms Stevenson asked. She was a petite, brunette with blue eyes.

"I- I'm sorry Miss... I don't know.."

She have me a surprised that caused a few students to snicker. My jaw tightened.

"Alright then..." She turned to a red head boy and asked the same question. I zoned out again.

***

I sat on a bench outside waiting for Belial to pick me up. I looked at the time on my phone. 4:45. Great, he's 45 minutes late. I sighed and leaned back. My phone buzzed in my pocket, I fished it out and took a look.

*Belial*
Do something for an hour or so, I'm gonna be late.

Is he having a laugh? I felt my blood boil. Home is an half an hour drive and an hour walk. I stood up.

*Fine, whatever. I'll be in the library*

I made my way back into the school. Once inside, I walked straight. To get to the library you had to walk into the other building. I walked passed the sports hall. The sound of basketball echoed through the corridor. Curiosity got the best of me. I peeked my head through the door.

Garfield.

He wore green sneakers with black sports shirt. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Typical sports boy. He had a slight V line, his abs weren't that bad either. He had just the right size muscles. It was only now that I've realised how handsome he is. His hair stuck to the back of his neck, his eyes stared straight at the basket while he bounced the ball.

He does love this game. Why was I so mean to him all the time? I want to help him.

He threw the ball.

"I'll do it" I called. Garfield looked at me, the basketball going through he basket.

"What?" He asked, looking confused. I cleared my throat, "I'll do it. Meet me at the library in 15 minutes." I walked out.