or maybe two i can't remember.
it's not your issue, relax.
everything was getting too close and personal.
i was enjoying the attention and attraction but at the same time i wasn't.
it's just a bit of exchanging teasing remarks, that's all.
once i stepped out of the shower, i heard
talking coming from downstairs.
he's probably met my aunt jess now.
i wonder where she went off to before he got here.
wrapping the towel tightly around my body, i let out a small sigh and dressed up quickly.
i slipped on my underwear and threw on a quick outfit.
jeans and a white nike hoodie, nice.
i pulled out my white vans and slipped them on.
i don't know where i was planning to go today but i should be prepared for anything that pops up.
i tied the laces and jogged my way down the stairs, throwing my hair up into a ponytail.
"shit." i cursed after i hit my hand on the banister.
that feeling when you hit your joint on something hard.
that shot of pain that won't go away unless you cry.
i wasn't willing to cry.
i let the pain simmer in me so i could prepare for this tutor talk.
walking into the living room, my eyes immediately scanned the room.
i found my distressed teacher on the sofa, facing my aunt.
here goes my social life.
i pray to god that something good will come out of this.
"savannah." i received warm smiles from the both of them.
i know that smile.
it's the smile you give someone when you want to fuck their whole life up.
my aunt jess took the opportunity to sip on her tea.
i paused, letting out a sigh from my lungs and found a seat to sit on.
"mr. park has been explaining things about you to me." she muttered as she combed her hair with her fingers.
"really?" i said fidgeting, getting into a comfortable position.
"that's right, we were discussing about the best tutoring methods for you."
"well i'm not going to get tutored so you can stop." i said, rolling my eyes.
i've actually had enough of all this.
i don't need to be babied.
