"Wait, you will be tutoring me?" I ask, eyes widening. "Is that a problem?" he replies, walking back to his desk. I hesitate for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. It absolutely fucking is. "Uhh... no, of course not. When are we starting?" I ask after a brief pause. "That keen, are we?" I hear the humor in his tone, his back still turned to me as he gathers his things. "Keen as a bean," I mutter sarcastically. I had hoped someone else would be tutoring me. He turns around and gives me a piercing look, his eyes flicking to my stuff. "Well, bean, hurry up. You've got a book to read." Right. I hurry to the back of the class, gathering my things in a rush. The book is too big to fit in my bag, so I hold it against my chest and walk toward him. He's already waiting by the door. "So... when do we start, exactly?" I ask again for clarification. "I told you. Once you've read the entire book," he says nonchalantly. "The book is, like, 500 pages. That'll take me ages. By the tim
We live in a semi-big house with a nice garden, plenty of space for just Mason and me. There are four bedrooms, so we always have room for guests. Ramon, Mason’s best friend, practically lives here, so one of those rooms is basically his. Esme, Mason’s girlfriend, is over a lot too, although she sleeps in Mason’s bed, along with the occasional... unfortunate noises. Esme recently graduated from law school and works at a small firm nearby. She's still in her party phase and makes sure I get to experience some semblance of a "student life." She even tags along to parties thrown by my friends, keeping my brother's teacher status under wraps like a pro.“A Porsche Cayenne,” Mason says, interrupting my thoughts. “But apparently, he’s got another car too.”"Ah, right," I reply with a bored tone.A dickhead car.Mason turns on The Office as we dig into dinner. We laugh at the show, and by dessert, he’s already in teacher mode. “I need to grade some papers. Want to help?”“What’s in it for me
On Thursday, I made it through another half of the math book. The numbers were starting to blur together, and after a while, I wasn’t even sure what I was reading anymore, but I pushed on. The sooner I finish, the sooner I can start tutoring. When Friday arrives, the day of our trip to Mr. Adkins' other workplace, I almost consider skipping it. Do I really want to endure more of his torture? "What if I just told him I died or something?" I sigh to Hannah during our break. "Yeah, that’ll work. He’ll totally buy it," she smirks as she gathers her stuff. I still can't shake the memory of his hand gripping my arm and tightening when I dropped his book. The book now has a permanent crease as a reminder. Sure, he saved me from falling, but only after causing the near-disaster in the first place. And yes, he stood way too close to me... but maybe that was because I refused to give his stuff back. "Girls! Hurry up, or we’ll be late!" Lina shouts, heading over with Charlotte. I let out a
"I'm Richard, by the way," he says as he leads me into an office in the corner. "What's your name?" he asks, turning to me."Norali," I reply softly. He opens the door, and I'm immediately drawn to the wall filled with photos."Beautiful," I hear him murmur. The first few are typical group shots, people posing for the camera. As I walk past them, my eyes scanning for a particular person, I freeze. My eyes snap to him in the next picture. He's off to the side, holding a drink, surrounded by three women. He's not smiling, but they are. I've never seen him smile. "That was last month," Richard says. I move to the next photo. There he is again, more disheveled this time, his blazer gone, the top buttons of his shirt open. He looks much more drunk. A woman with black hair is laughing next to him, her hand resting on his knee. He’s not looking at the camera but off to the side, his grip tight on the back of a couch. What was he looking at? "You know... you're literally one of the most
With a caramel macchiato in hand, I feel instantly better. The rich scent of coffee and caramel soothes me as I step out of the car, greeted by Connor’s smiling face, who's leaning against his own car elegantly. "Hey, Nora," he says with a nod, his eyes roaming over me. "You’re looking fucking hot today, jeez." His compliment makes my cheeks warm. Before I can respond, Ryker's voice booms across the parking lot. "Still up for partying tonight?!" he yells, drawing attention from the students nearby, some of whom can’t help but glance at Connor. "Definitely," I laugh. We all walk into the school together, a big group of friends. As we near the teacher’s room, Connor and Ryker trail alongside us. Just then, Mr. Smith, one of the older teachers, spots us. He's struggling with a pile of boxes. "Perfect timing, guys. Can I borrow some muscle?" he asks. Connor and Ryker immediately dash forward, competing to carry the heaviest box. I give Mr. Smith a smile and accept a small box with o
I drive home with Lina, Charlotte, and Hannah after picking up a few bottles of wine and some snacks. "So, girls, what's the plan for tonight?" Charlotte asks, popping open a bottle and pouring us each a glass. "Let’s have a few drinks and meet at Amsterdam later. The boys are coming too," Hannah replies, a sly smirk on her face. "Who do you have your eye on now?" I nudge Hannah as I settle into the big couch. She tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder, looking at us with a secretive smile. "Ryker messaged me last night." Lina gasps in shock, and Charlotte bursts into laughter. "Finally!" she exclaims. "About time! That boy has been ogling you every lunch break," I tease. Hannah shrugs nonchalantly. "I know. It’s fun to make him sweat a bit, so I just replied, ‘Who is this?’" I grin at her. "Good move. Girl boss." "What about you, Nora? Any boys in your DMs?" Charlotte asks while pouring us another round. I bite my lip, my thoughts drifting to a certain comment from someon
I leave my phone on the kitchen counter. Cutting vegetables with a sharp knife is therapeutic. The bottle of wine helps too. What kind of teacher talks like that? I turn the music up extra loud and text my friends about the outfits they’re planning to wear. Esme texts me that she’ll be over soon with some of her favorite dresses for me to try. As I mix the bolognese sauce for the spaghetti, I can’t help but think about Connor. He’s good. Safe. Comforting. Handsome. Very different from... Get a grip, Nora. I blast "Save Tonight" by Eagle-Eye Cherry through the speaker when I hear the door open. “Ah yes, my baby sister is home. Can you like, not tell anyone?” I hear Mason say. Rolling my eyes, I continue with the food in front of me. Great, another teacher coming to our house. “Hey, sis! Smells good!” Mason shouts as soon as he walks in. I turn around, spoon in hand. “Thanks, I’m making—” I stop as soon as Mason walks into the kitchen. With Mr. Adkins. He freezes the moment he se
"HEY GUYS!" I gasp at Mason and put my finger right in his face, pinching his nose hard. Luckily, Esme, who just walks in, saves me from a very, very embarrassing moment. "Speaking of sex lives," Ramon says, glancing over at Jace, "Remember that chick you hooked up with last week?" What the hell? I almost drop the pan of bolognese sauce. A little spills onto the floor, but I quickly set the pan back on the stove to save the rest. "Kind of," Jace replies casually. I stay as quiet as possible, while Mason, oblivious to my internal freak-out, grabs more beers from the fridge. How do you 'kind of' remember someone you slept with? "She’s been asking for your number," Ramon continues. "Should I give it to her?" At that exact moment, Esme strolls into the living room, and I hear her stop mid-stride. "Why not? Hey, Esme," Jace says smoothly. I throw my hands up in exasperation. How does he know Esme? And who the hell did he sleep with last week? I'm not jealous. I just need to know w