Luckily my mom hadn't come home yet when I came home, if it had been the other way around she would have asked me millions of questions about why I came later and who was that guy who took me home. I definitely can't tell absolutely anything about what happened to my mom, I don't know what I'd be able to do if she found out I'd be alone with a man to help her with math.
Thinking about the latter, it still seems too strange everything, something does not convince me, but I decided that I should not judge without knowing so it is better that I stop talking about the matter and just ready to help him, because if I find myself in some strange situation I can leave at any time and ready.
Unfortunately, classes were over for today, it was time to go home, it was time to give Harry math lessons.
It's been ten minutes since classes ends and I'm waiting for him outside the school. He said he'd stop by, but I didn't think it would take that long.
Dalilah's mother had offered to take me home and I didn't accept just to wait for him because I had promised to come. I should have accepted Dali's invitation.
15 minutes and no sign of him. I'm beginning to despair. Maybe he forgot or maybe he had something to do, yesterday he didn't give me his phone number and I didn't give him mine to communicate with him, everything went so fast that there was no time or opportunity to do it. Big mistake, I wouldn't have waited so long if I'd asked you.
It's been over 20 minutes and it's not coming, it won't. He forgot about me, I should have guessed, I don't know him, I shouldn't have trusted him.
I separated from the car in which I was recharged and set out to walk towards the bus stop that was a block away from the school.
My knee didn't hurt so much anymore, but I still limped a little because I couldn't support it very well; all this made my walking much slower.
"Where are you going so alone?"I hear a hoarse voice behind my back, a voice I would recognize even in a place full of people.
Although I have heard it perfectly, I ignore it, pretending that I have not noticed its presence.
“Marylise, it's me, come” he asks me, but I keep ignoring him. "Marylise, hey, where are you going?
“Home” I finally answered, without looking at him because I already knew who it was.
"Go up, I'll take you," he offered, but I ignored him; I embraced myself and accelerated the pace as much as I could. "Won't you go up?" he asked what I denied with my head. "Come on, I'll take you home, you can't walk right"
I stopped before I turned to him. He looked at me waiting for me to act or say something, but I didn't, I just stood there looking at him with my arms folded at my waist. I notice him releasing an exhalation and continuing to get out of the car and head to the co-driver's side to open the door, waving his hand to get him into the car.
My face at that moment is of complete confusion and amazement, my intention was not that, I did not want him to think that I was waiting for him to do that act of "chivalry", it was not my intention I just waited to see what he was doing.
I feel I must accept your proposal, even though you did wrong to arrive so late, you must have your reason, I'm just exaggerating and being very rude to him. Maybe I should learn to be more tolerant.
I sighed and walked up to his car to get into it. Harry closed the door once I was inside and hurried around to get in and get out of there.
“Sorry for being late, there was a lot of traffic” He hastens to say, as an apology. I just nodded and nodded as I folded my arms over my chest and looked at my shoes.
I heard him sigh and therefore he started the car.
The road home was too quiet, you could only hear the noise that is created when the car advances on the asphalt.
I wasn't paying attention to the road, I was just distracted by anything else, like my hands, my backpack or just looking at my feet. I didn't look at him because, if I did, it would increase my nervousness significantly.
“We've arrived” He warns me, parking the car in the garage. I looked through the glass in front and noticed that this wasn't my house.
"Where are we?" I asked puzzled.
“In my house” he answers, ignoring his answer ”where else?"
He gets out of the car and heads to the co-pilot's side to open the door for me After doing so, he offered me his hand to help me get down. I hesitated a little, a lot, but in the end I accepted it.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked to get out of my doubt.
"We will study here," he said as he walked toward the house. I followed him.
“I thought we would do it at my house” He suddenly turned around making our bodies collide, I walked two steps back at that moment. That's when I realized the big difference in height between us. I had to raise my head and he had to lower it so he could look us in the eye.
"We can do it wherever you want," she spoke slowly before wetting his lips with his tongue.
“Wh-what?” My nervousness increased considerably at his action. I can almost hear my heartbeat racing.
He laughed before saying: "Study, that's what you meant, isn't it?
“Ahm. . . “ I babbled. I felt so stupid about what just happened. Why is he doing all this to me? It doesn't make sense.
I let go of a forced exhalation and lined up to nod.
"Come with me," he ordered. I nodded and followed him.
I'm beginning to realize that when he make me nervous about any gesture he makes, I just give in to his requests and obey his commands. I don't understand anything.
We broke into his house. He told me that I could leave my things on the table while he went for everything I needed to study, not without offering me something to drink, which I refused for the time being.
I sat in one of the chairs in the main dining room to wait for him. I noticed it wasn't as messy as it was yesterday. Maybe he's been cleaning since I left.
Shortly afterwards he arrived and left his backpack on the table, took out his math book and a checkered notebook, as well as a pencil and a pen.
"What do you want me to teach you first?"
He murmured something I wasn't able to hear, which I noticed was his look. I've never had anyone look at me the same way before. I had never felt this strange feeling in my belly before.
"What?" I asked him to repeat what he had said since I had not heard him well.
"I have never understood fractions," he confessed.
Oh, I thought he said something else. It wasn't understood like that, but just let it go.
"Then we can start with that if that's okay for you"
~*~
"No, Harry, you don't understand me"
"I understand it perfectly, it's very easy. " He speaks, with sufficiency in his tone of voice.
"Really?" he nodded. "If you believe that, then you can tell me who the numerator is” I challenged him.
"It's the number above that tells you how many parts you took," he replied, smiling slightly from the side, as if it were bread to eat for him.
"Okay, what about the denominator?"
"It's the one downstairs. This is the number of parts into which the total was divided"
"Yes, that's it. " I smiled pleased to see that I had finally understood the concepts. I don't know how long it took, but I think it was a long time.
“It's like I'm the numerator and you're the denominator, isn't it?” I frowned in confusion at not understanding it.
"How?" I asked her puzzled.
“Yes, you below and I above” He moistened his lips. "Or do you prefer the other way around?"
"Ahm. . . , I-I don't understand you"
“It's as if you and I. . .” he shut up and began to laugh. “Forget it” He denied it with his head downplaying it; but I wanted to know what he was talking about.
"What do you mean by that?" I insist, between curious, confused and nervous.
"Just forget it, it was a joke” He clarified. "Go on, I need to learn more about this"
"But I want to know. . ." He interrupts me, silencing me at that moment.
I try to open my mouth to deny, but something prevents me from doing so, I don't know if it was his order or his decisive gaze, I just felt inside me that I had to obey him, and so I did, limiting myself only to nodding.
In the short time I've known him, he's told me things like that that I honestly don't understand. Things like he'd teach me something else if I taught him math, or babbling and murmuring that I can't hear while he looks at me like that so. . . so. . . I don't know, I don't know how to describe it because nothing like this has ever happened to me. I don't know if it's right or wrong, I don't know if it's just my It's strange what your words and actions provoke in me, I don't know if I like it.
Being with him is overwhelming, but still amusing; although it is hard to teach, I have never had such a good time with a man before, maybe because for my only friend is a woman. Well, there is Brent too, but I don't know if he's still my friend, not after I turned him down. It's just that my mom won't let me have a boyfriend, not until I'm completely sure he's a good person and doesn't want to hurt me. Brent would never hurt me, but my mom doesn't understand that. I liked Brent, I still do, but my mom doesn't understand that.Sometimes she's overprotective, which I don't like at all. That's why I didn't tell her that from now on I'm going to teach maths to Harry, who's practically a stranger, because she'd know how she'd react if I told her, and she clearly wouldn't give me permission.The time with Harry at home so far has been a bit strange to be honest, it was fun in a way as he is very joking and charismatic, but there are certain occasions when he behaves differently. I really
All night I was thinking about every single thing he said to me, every single look he gave me, every single gesture he made on his face when I saw him, and they all lead me to the same question:Are you interested in me?Yes, it sounds ridiculous for someone over 20 to attract a 16-year-old girl, having plenty of girls her age within reach who can offer her so much more than I can. Because, what can I offer you in the first place? I can't think of the idea I've had about you.I don't think someone like him could ever be one of those sick guys who stalk girls my age or underage. It makes me absurd to even think of that and that he could have that terrible and repulsive affinity. It's just that when I look him in the eye, I don't see the darkness and the wickedness these guys have.I have to stop making stupid ideas about all this. Maybe he just said all that jokingly and I'm judging him without even being sure what I think. That's not right. I need to stop making stories for myself and
When I got to language class with teacher Esther, I couldn't concentrate even for a moment. I was so engrossed in my thoughts, so abstracted from figuring out Harry's intentions, the class flew by before my eyes.Without thinking, I was already on my way out with Dali by my side. She and I always waited for everyone to leave and the exit was not so saturated with students wanting to get out of, according to them, hell; thus preventing us from being crushed like ants in the attempt.When the exit was a little easier, we decided to leave. We had just left school when I heard my name heard over the murmurings around me and the talk with Dalila. I turn to where the voice was produced and I find the image of Brent pushing lightly over the students until it reaches me.Suddenly, I feel a slight slap on my side, elbowed that Dali had given me. I looked at her and she had a funny and suggestive expression on his face. That same face I made when Brent talked to me or when we were together.“Da
"Are you angry?" I ask suddenly, breaking the silence."No" He mumbles.I'm not quite convinced that his answer was the truth, so I insist: "Are you sure?""No""If you're not sure then why. . .""Shh" Tells me to shut up me.I wrinkle my mouth and I made a nod head just because I have nothing to say against it.The silence returned, but this time much more uncomfortable than before. Even that question runs around in my mind and I want to get an answer, I want to know if the reason for your annoyance is because of me or because of something external."Does it bother you that I talk to Brent?" I ask him, in a nervous little snout."No""So something happened to you?" I inquire, curious."Stop asking me, will you?" He orders me, rudely and in a tiring tone. I only answer him with an apology and limit myself to obeying him, not asking him any more about it.I don't understand it. I want to know why he's so upset, but he won't tell me, maybe it's something very personal that doesn't conce
Harry.Damn it! How did that little girl find out about me so quickly? I was so focused on seducing her that I didn't realize I was being so obvious about what I wanted... who I was kidding, of course I wanted to be obvious, I wanted to have her and do whatever the fuck I wanted with her. But I can't do it, I can't make it my own if I risk going to prison. She's just a girl, for God's sake I can't believe she's sixteen, I feel sick just because I fantasized about having her knowing her age now. With that body, anyone would mistake her for someone older. Yeah, I know some women develop very early, but I had no idea it was so fast. I shook my head and let out a snort to get that image out of my head. I have to stop thinking about her like that. But I can't help having her by my side, I don't know if I can take that long. I turned my eyes toward her for a second and then went back to the road, but something made me turn toward her once more. What the hell are she doing? Is sh
Harry."No, I'll never understand this. " I mean, for the third time."Of course, it's very easy""No, it's too hard" I contradict. Actually, it's not that complicated, but I got a little sick of it. I need a break "I ask by getting up from my seat""No, Harry, you have to learn this, it's important that you do it so you can do well on your test. "If she only knews that proof didn't exist, I thought."I need a break," I repeat.She breathes a sigh and nods: "Okay, just five minutes and you come here" She says with determination, to which I just nod.I go straight to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water before I drink it. Actually, the "rest" thing was also an excuse. I wasn't tired of doing problems that she later crosses off and says they're incorrect, well, more or less; but that's not why I asked for a break, but because I wanted to get away for a few minutes from her and her provocative attributes."Have you rested yet?" she asks from the table."I'm coming" Half a scream
Marylise.It's been two weeks since I started teaching math to Harry, my best friend's neighbor. I was able to teach him those lessons without my mom knowing, because she wouldn't let me do it.Ever since Dad left to serve in the Navy ten months ago, I've noticed that she's been much stricter with me and my brother. We used to all hang out together everywhere. But now she won't even let me out on the corner. . . I understand that she's afraid that something bad might happen to us now that my father's gone, but sometimes she exaggerate too much. And I don't like that very much. Especially since she wouldn't let me be with Harry. . . teaching him math, of course.Whom I cheat. . . I like being with him. I like it more than I'd like to accept.Every time he offers me his hand, every time he tells me little girl, every time he smiles, every time he talks to me, every time he looks at me, every time he makes any gesture while watching me, I feel something strange going through my belly and
When he got home, he ignored me again and only opened the door for Dali. I let it go and I just went down on my own. I won't bother about something like that.Dalila thanks him once again and says goodbye to both before crossing the street to go home.I still don't quite understand what that was. I don't know why I felt like hitting something when he looked at her or when he paid more attention to her than to me.I don't think it's jealous, I can't be jealous of my best And even less can I feel that when he's already made it clear to me that he's only with me for math lessons. It's too ridiculous to even think about having something with him. It's impossible.“Your friend is very nice,” he says, pulling me out of my ponderings.“Yes, it is,” I say with a smile.“And very pretty too,” he says as he keeps his eyes fixed on her movements as she walks home. My unwilling smile fades and is replaced by a frown.Yes, I was upset by his comment, more than I'd like to admit. Dalila is very bea
Harry.My innocent little girl isn't so innocent anymore, and I don't know how to feel about it honestly. I feel like I'm taking away hers naivety, I feel like a murderer of innocence, but I can't lie and say that I don't like it.Shit, what she did last night surprised me a little. I didn't call her to do it, I just wanted her to say anything to cheer me up, since the girl I had kneeling in front of me wasn't good enough. I was the only one available and I had to settle for that.Damn, I want her to do it. I smiled like an idiot at that thought. I have to stop thinking about that if I don't want to get an erection right hereBy the way, where did Marylise go?I've been waiting for her outside hers school for like ten minutes and she doesn't show up. She's usually the one waiting for me, but she's not here now.I look at my watch again. 2:19 marked this one. It's been too long. Maybe he's been checking up, or he's been entertaining himself. I don't know, but I'm already getting desper
Marylise.I don't know what to do tomorrow. I don't want Harry to be mad at me, but I also don't want to tell Brent that I won't be able to go.Seeing his happy face when I told him I would going, it made me feel something strange. I don't want to tell him that I'm not always going, I don't want to take that smile off his face, I would feel so bad doing that.In any case, what could Harry do to me if I go?He said he wouldn't hurt me, that he would never hurt me. He can't hit me or force me to do something I don't want. He can't, he promised me, and I trust him. I know he won't hurt me.I keep thinking about what he said to me..."I don't want to have to punish you"I don't understand what kind of punishment he can do to me. Will he leaves me without a TV for a week? Will he takes away my internet or my cell phone?Impossible. Only my parents can do that, and even they haven't done it because I've never misbehaved. Harry can't forbid me anything, even if I say yes, that I'm his. A per
"Ready. . .""Have you finished it yet?" I ask."I think so" He says, frowning his mouth a little as he spreads out his notebook.I take the notebook so I can review the exercise I told him to do, but just looking at the first figures I realize that the result is not the right one."This is wrong" I tell him, to what he looks at me with a frown."What?" he asks, I can feel the alarm in his tone of voice."Here it is 56" I indicate, pointing out the figure where he was wrong."Don't fuck me. . . , where?" take the notebook again and start reviewing it. I laugh quietly when I see him, it's funny."Seven times eight is 56, not 54" I correct, pointing to where a few seconds ago."Well, it's just a number" He says, trying to sound relaxed, but fails terribly."No, if this goes wrong, the result will go wrong" I mean, holding a smile at his worried face."Do I have to do it again?" he asks what I'm sitting down. "No" he says, but it's as if he's begging not to do the exercise again. I nod w
Marylise.After all, my mom did let me go. After dinner, she called Delilah's mother, who confirmed that she would take us to the cinema and that, once the film was finished, she would drop us off at our respective homes; just as I had told her. My mom finally agreed and finally told me that if I could go, on the condition that I came home early and that if I was late for any reason, I would call her to be in the loop.It made me a little exaggerated the absolute control she want to have over the situation, but if she'll let me go, I guess that's fine.At recess time, which was when all the students were out and I could see Brent, Delilah left me alone with him to go with Chad. Although I didn't want to be alone with Brent, I took advantage of that moment to tell him about what my mom said to me and, dare I bet, I've never seen him smile so much.He's so cute when he smiles.Harry looks great too when he makes that gesture. But he almost never really smiles, most of his smiles are las
I look at him and notice that his eyes are closed and his jaw is tight as he tries to concentrate on his breathing. I don't know why he's like this, it's like he's holding somethingI breathe a sigh and turn to the other side, turning my back on him.I don't understand why he gets so close, but in the end he doesn't do anything and just mocks my reaction. I'm tired of that.He had done this before, twice in fact, and it was the same day. He laughed at me when I thought he was going to kiss me and closed my eyes. I didn't like that at all. I felt bad about falling.I feel the bed moving a little bit, which makes me understand that, if he's not up, he's getting closer. I can see it's the second choice when he place one of his hands on my hip and gently caress it as he bring his lips to my shoulder and kiss it.My body acts involuntarily to the sensation, causing my back to bow. At that very moment, I hear him give off a snort that stops quickly. That confuses me a little.He brings his
He lifts me up in the air and holds me in his arms, resting his hands on my butt, while I cling to his hip with my legs so as not to fall, all this while giving out hasty, wet kisses on my neck.He's walking awkwardly into what I guess is his room, as he's probably not seeing where he's walking and is only guided by his memory.He takes one of his hands off my ass and just holds me up with one so he can open the door to his room. Once opened, he puts it back in the previous place and pulls me up a bit in one motion, pushing me upwards so that I fit well. Finally he finishes opening the door with his foot and walks into the room with me in his arms.He walks to the bed and leaves me on it, then climbs up the feet of the bed and crawls towards me. His action makes me laugh a bit, it looks nice and provocative at the same time doing that.I feel a chill running through my whole body when his fingers touch the skin of my legs. He takes one of his hands towards the closure of my skirt at m
When I see him, I feel a little uncomfortable, his expression is not at all friendly and that overwhelms me a little."Have you finished saying goodbye or do you want me to take a walk and then come for you?" He asks, in a biting and irritated tone of voice.I don't know what to say to that.He snorts and rolls his eyes to the sky before jawing—: "Get in the car"I obey instantly and get in the car as soon as he opens the door just because I don't want to make him angry.Why is he like this? Did I do something?Seconds after entering he does so too, slamming the door, making him jump in my place with the shrill noise.It makes me nervous when I see that frown and the way he squeezes his teeth making his jaw muscles protrude; for a moment I fear he may break it and injure himself.I don't think I can ask him anything, but I want to. I want to know why he's like this"Are you angry?" I ask, feeling a slight tremor in my voice."No" Denies, sharp.I should have left it that way."And why
My hands begin to tremble and my heart beats arrhythmically. I feel anxious, lost, and I feel like throwing up. "Put it to me, won't you?" she says, biting her lower lip slightly. I couldn't help but look at her in disgust at the same time as I feel my face burn.Shall I introduce her? Who the hell does she think she is?"Are you talking about Harry?" inquires Delilah, more confused than before."Oh, his name is Harry. . . nice name," says the girl, with a stupid smile on her face. I don't like this girl.I have to get out of here, I don't want to be asked any more questions I can't even answer. I don't want them to find out who Harry really is."I have to. . ." I get up from my seat quickly and take the tray of food in my hands. "I have to go" I announce to almost run out of there.I hear Brent and Delilah calling me, but I don't listen to them. I just need to get some air. I need to get out of here.I throw the leftovers of my food in the trash and leave the tray in place before I
Marylise. I can't stop thinking about what Harry did to me yesterday. The way he made me feel. Maybe that's why the lines in my notebook are blank, maybe that's why I've focused fifty percent on classes compared to how I did it before I met him. Perhaps that is why professors have come to my attention several times over the last few days. I think being with him is affecting my academic performance, but as long as it doesn't affect my grades, it's okay, right?, I don't know. Well, I think that's something I don't care about at all, because it feels really good to be with him and it makes me feel all that. I have to find a balance between study and. . . fun, as you call it. I can't help but smile when I think about it. He always says, "Let's have fun" or something. It feels great to have fun with him. I better pay attention to the class. . . The shrill noise produced by the break-out bell makes me come out of my pondering abruptly, causing me to make a small jump in my seat. Now t