Wanted: Perfect Girlfriend

Wanted: Perfect Girlfriend - 6.

"Okay, so that's all--" Mr. D was cut off by some infernal intermission again. And you know what, or rather who, he is.

"Sir! Sir! Can I have private tutors too?" Jyle demanded. I'm pretty sure he just got insecure with what Kean got, which is me.

"Give me one reason why, Collins," Sir asked him, raising his brows. Jyle looked at me, and I can sense something in it.

"Just please, I need a tutor too, do you want students to flunk your subject?" Of course, who would want to have low grades?

"Ok--" Our teacher was almost agreeing, but Jyle cut him off again.

"I need it to be Luna." He demanded agan. Mr. D might have been cursing him on his mind. And might have actually been regretting on being a teacher. But I'm over reacting. Haha.

"Jyle, stop this non sense okay?" Mr. D finally said in a voice with a touch of almost anger in it, but Jyle still insisted on having me as his tutor in Calculus.

"Jyle, don't fool me, you do good in maths," I said, attempting to end the non sense argue.

"Okay!" Jyle looked at me with anger and roll his eyes. Clearly, he's upset again, and this time, I'm certain it's me. Well, who cares. I put a ':P' face and laugh at him. Which made him more angry.

The weird thing is, he's angry, very even, yet he's still exemplary handsome.

Mr. D dismissed us and I told Jyle I'll go home alone. He insisted to give me a drive but I denied and he can't do anything about it so he just gave me a non-chalant smug look.

I ran to Kean's locker area and asked him to drive me home, and teach him the lessons in advance. I know, I'm taking things too seriously. But it's Kean Daniels! Why won't I?

"How about Jyle?" He asked, I just smiled and replied quickly, "Oh Jyle? Forget about him. He'll be okay." He gave me a doubtful look. "Besides, I know he'd been kissing a lot of lips that isn't mine. I'm aware he's cheating." I added, though I don't really know and I'm actually lying.

"Okay. Just--" I cut him off, I know what he's going to say.

"Leave it to me. And it's not like we're going to do something bad, likereally." Said me.

"Okay, then. Let's go?" He drove me home and while on the car we're happily talking about Jyle and his past girlfriends. 

Like I care. But of course, as an indiferrent good pretender, I acted like I was really interested. But the truth is, I'm not.

Who cares about sophisticated girls he'd dated? Flirty girls he'd kissed? And obsessive girls he'd played?

When we came home, I introduced Kean to my Dad as my close guy friend and Dad welcomed him.