"Why did you do that?" Hazel gasped in shock.
"If a man has two wings, it means that he can fly to heaven. Meaning, he's an angel and I'm not one. Actually, I'm not even a good person," he stated.
"Can you see your back Mr. Oh?"
"No," he furrowed...
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First Tutorial class
"Pink or red? Geez! I'm so confused," she muttered rummaging her purse for a fitting lip gloss. Standing in the restroom, she looked into the mirror that reflected her exuberant self.
Well, anyone in her place would be excited. Today was supposed to be her first tuition class with Mr. Oh. Right from the time he had told her about tuitions with him, she'd been waiting for the normal classes to get over but time inched like a sloth. As of what she'd heard, he was the most popular teacher in school with hundreds of girls swooning over him. Obviously, she too was one among them. The classes got over at four as usual. It was already fifteen minutes past four and she was still contemplating on something as silly as lip gloss colour.
"No!" she shrieked at her reflection, earning a cranky look from the rest of the girls in the washroom. She quickly covered her mouth and excused herself with an awkward smile.
She had freaked out because she had disastrously applied the red lip gloss in huge amounts making her look extravagant. If she'd end up being dolled up in front of him, it would make it obvious that she was making a pass at him. It was a known fact that Mr. Oh was a strict teacher and she couldn't expect anything from him. She quickly wiped off her lips and went for a milder pink.
She peeked into the classroom slyly from the window. He was seen sitting alone on one of the benches with books kept in an orderly manner beside him. He was resting his chin on his palm, watching the clock tick by.
"Could you be more late?" he asked, adjusting the glasses on his nose with a frown upon seeing her stand in the doorway.
"Don't waste more of my time. Get in," he raged, seeing her stand still.
She sat on the bench, smiling at him and took out her books. He didn't bother to smile back.
"I thought I was the first one to come sir. Where are the others?" she asked.
"You're the only student," he said without meeting her eyes and flipping through the pages.
That felt...strange because she had expected many students to be present for a tutoring class. She almost felt like an idiot.
"I'm not that bad in studies," she mumbled.
He heard it.
The whole time, he was avoiding any eye contact with her and behaved ten times stricter than usual.
"First, I need to assess how much you know. I'll be giving you a 30 minute calculus test right now," he said with a stern face, crossing his arms over his chest.