the orbs of his pupils sunk into mine.
"what's up with you?" his hand slightly stretched out to my fingers.
i pulled back a bit.
"you're so difficult." he said, moving back with a confused expression.
"excuse me, if anything you're the confusing one."
the bell rang, indicating that the lesson was over.
i shuffled in my feet.
"we are going to talk about this later." he demanded.
he opened the classroom door to inform the class about homework and their dismissal.
the stampede of students swarmed out just like the way they came in, noisy and full of excitement.
when they left i had a chance to rush into the classroom and grab my bag.
mr. park stood at his desk, moving a couple of loose sheets around.
i kind of jogged to my bags so i could rush back out.
i wasn't in the mood for a boring ass tutor session.
i couldn't give two shits.
i rather fail right now.
maybe i could be a good stripper?
i moved from my squatting position, wrapping my fingers in the loops of my backpack.
i stood up and turned around, only to find mr. park locking the door.
he held the handle and shook it slightly for reassurance that the door was securely locked.
i was so close to leaving.
"sit." he ordered.
i obeyed, knowing that if i didn't listen, i would be here longer.
"how do you think i'm confusing?" he asked, sitting on the edge of his chair only to lean back in a slumped manner.
"there's a list and i wouldn't want to bore you."
i relaxed a bit more in my seat.
i traced my index finger on the patterns of the wood.
"we've got time." he said with a tired wink.
"that's what i mean." I huffed, my arms flinging in frustration.
his shoulders jolted up in a physical motion of a question as in 'what?".
"you flirt too much, making my brain cells stress. it's like taking drugs and drinking heavily afterwards."
his shoulders shook in laughter as he sat up and stared at me from afar.
he moved his hand that wasn't supporting his elbow and waved it, telling me to proceed on with my ranting.
