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
A drowned scream comes out of my mouth as his teeth grab the lobe of my ear and squeeze it gently. I feel that feeling of electric shocks running through my body again, but this time it's much more intense and stronger. I want to leave here, I don't want to be near him anymore, I'm afraid of what might happen.I try to pull away him out and run away, but when I have managed to get out of his grip, he quickly takes me by the waist and pulls me towards him. Now I find myself with my back dangerously close to his torso. “Where do you think you’re going?” He masculates near my ear.“D-don’t do anything to me ple. . . , please” I beg, just because I can utter a word.“Don’t ask me that. . . , I want to do everything to you” He whispers as pulls my hair away and throws it all aside. He approaches to my neck and places a kiss right where it joins my face. ”I want to be close to you. . . ” He kisses me again, but this one's a little further down. I bite my lower lip, forcing me not to make a
Marylise.No, this is not right, it shouldn't be happening and, above all, it's not right. He shouldn't propose something like that to me if he knows perfectly well that it's illegal and forbidden. It is not something you can say to anyone and expect them to react as if they were normal; obviously it is not.No one had ever said all that to me before, no one had touched and kissed me the way he did yesterday. This scares me, it scares me too much, I'm afraid of what might happen, I'm afraid of what might happen to me.If I refuse your proposal, will you do something to me? Could he be able to, uh, abuse me or something?I don't want to think of him that way, but I can't help it, not when he made it clear to me he wouldn't take no for an answer So does this mean that if I tell him he won't make me do something I don't want to do?No, I don't want to. I don't want him to hurt me.I'm so scared.~*~It's six o'clock in the morning, I know because the alarm goes off and wakes me up.I cou
Finally, Harry turns around and heads towards the car. I can see his expression and I don't like it at all. I just hope you don't pay too much attention to what just happened and let's just go, though I think it's hard.He gets in the car, turns it on, starts it up, gets out of there quickly.Several minutes have already passed, quiet and uncomfortable minutes. I'm waiting for him to say or do something, but it's okay, he just drives. He's sunk in his thoughts and I just want to know what intrigues him so much at the moment, but I don't dare to break the silence that has settled in the room, I don't want whatever he's going to say to be the last straw that spills the glass. I'd rather avoid it.The car stops at a red light and I notice how he relaxes his body that has remained tense since he entered, but still remains silent.This is too awkward, I want us to get there, I want to tell him this is over, I want to be home and forget everything."You were going to tell him everything, we
MaryliseI don't know if this is okay, but I have no choice. He didn't give me a choice.I open my mouth to speak, but I prefer to nod. I notice how a slight smile appears in her mouth as she says—: "I promise you won't regret it, little girl"I'm already regretting it.I shouldn't have said yes, I should have told someone in the first place, but I didn't, I was afraid he'd do something to me if he did. I was afraid of everything, even myself for feeling what I felt.What if I feel it again? What if I like what he's going to do to me? So, do I have to go through with this? I don't. . . I don't want to feel this, I don't want him to touch me, I don't want anything to do with him, or. . . It's a very strange feeling, not wanting it, but wanting it at the same time.Even if you don't want to accept it, you felt good about what you did yesterday, will you do the same to me again? If I liked yesterday, it's very likely that I'll like today too. I'm afraid of what I might feel because I kno
"You smell so good" He murmurs against my skin causing me chills. He returning to my neck to kiss it as he slips my shirt over my arms.This scares me even more.His wet kisses began to descend from my neck to my clavicle, while his hands were still clinging to my hips, but still I kept thinking about what he said a few seconds ago; it was so strange, I want to know what he meant by that.Suddenly he separates from me a few centimeters and his caresses give way, letting me breathe. He watches me closely from head to toe and I couldn't feel more uncomfortable.A small growl comes out of his mouth before he chews a—: I like you... so much.Does he likes me? So he wasn't disappointed in what he saw, he liked it, but I shouldn't be happy about it. It's not something I should feel good about. It was much better not to like him, so he would leave me alone because I don't think he wants to mess with someone he doesn't like, do I?. . . So, is it good or bad? It feels good to say that, but I d
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