STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

The Kitten's Well-Thought Plans

“Tutor me”

I should have recorded my voice and placed the player on his room. But he could throw it away.

Everywhere he goes, I follow him. Whatever he's doing didn't become a hindrance as I didn't

stop saying the words: “Tutor me” over and over again. In his room, in the garden, in the

bathroom, in the boy's comfort room in school, and when I say everywhere, I mean literally

EVERYWHERE.

“The answer is still NO” he said.

PLAN 3- PLAY WITH HIS CONSCIENCE

“Do you have any idea what's at cost here? Do you know what will happen to my beautiful life? I

NEED MY CREDIT CARDS. They're like the air that I breathe, the very core of my being. I

need them for shopping! I need to buy dresses to fulfill my beautiful body's basic needs. I need

them to pay for the salon. Do you know that the hair serves as the crowning glory of girls? So I

need to always treat it. I need to buy shoes, because they are really important in my life because

they serves as my feet already. If I can't buy one anymore, it's like I'm crippled already. So, do

you understand? Without them, I'll die in vain! Surely, your conscience can't take that, can it?” I

dramatically monologue.

He looked up. “NO”

PLAN 4-BLACKMAIL HIM

But how am I going to blackmail him when I don't have anything to blackmail him with in the

first place? Ugh! I don't know any dark secrets that would put him into shame. I mean, before, I

didn't really give time to get to know him better. I mean, why should I?he doesn't deserve a tiny

amount of my attention.

He's just too. . . clean.

PLAN 5- PAY HIM BIGTIME

“100,000” I said.

“No”

“200, 000”

“Still a big no”

“300, 000”

“Still a no. And no matter what amount you offer, it's still a no”

PLAN 6- THREATEN TO DESTROY HIS BOOKS

I've only got one week left. I can't believe I wasted one precious week to convince the pest when

I can easily make him say yes by threatening to destroy his books. Why didn't I think of this

earlier? Ugh! I'm badly desperate already so I have no choice but to come to this last resort. If he

wasn't being so stupidly stubborn and if only he'd say yes, then he can still have his precious

books safe and sound. So, with one lighter on hand, I went to his room without bothering to

knock. And since it wasn't locked, I just barged inside. I saw the pile of books on his table, and

some on the shelves. But I didn't find him anywhere in the room. Then, my eyes darted to the

closed door of the bathroom. So, I guess he's in the shower.