JULIEWhen I do not speak, he starts telling me everything. "Ms. Hudgens had our test papers and I stole them. Look, now we already know the questions. We will study them and get good marks. Then no one will be able to fail us!" He grins and I cannot help but roll my eyes. That was a bad idea. And I am not shocked to know that this is Jeremy's idea. His head can cook any plans. "Hey, Jules! Please, don't do it! You're the only one I've told about this. Blue doesn't even know that I have the damn test paper. If I had told her, she would have gone and complained about me or would have started scolding me midway. You won't—" he is about to complete when I show him my palm, interrupting him. "What you did was wrong, Jer, I'll tell you the same; return the question paper. We'll study hard and get good marks. We don't have to steal a paper and cheat!" I tell him quietly, wishing he would understand that language because I know Jeremy tends to run away when someone yells at him. This is w
JULIEI stay silent. Even I breathe after thinking. I have noticed already that his senses are too sharp. He would easily catch me if I breathed too loudly. I peer at him. He moves to his desk while drying his hand with a small white cloth, and does something on it like collecting the sheets from there. He grabs them and then puts them inside a register. Oh no! My eyes widen like they will pop out of the sockets because the register in his hands is not his, it is Ms. Hudgens' register. And what makes me breathless is that when he looks inside, he puts the sheet away and takes the test paper. He looks confused, his eyebrows knitting together. He scans it, his frown is deep and I know he is thinking about how suddenly he found the test paper. Of course, it would make him suspicious. Because suddenly how can the sheet come back in the register? I swallow, praying while looking at him carefully, and then suddenly, he turns in my direction — more like the shelf's direction. I freeze
JULIE"Good. First, have a seat," he gestures down. I nod once again and sit beside him. My hand stays on my lap and my pocket vibrates. I secretly glanced at him but he is already looking at me while leaning against the desk. His hip perches against the edge and he faces me, looking down at me like I am a small creature. I only reach his lower abdomen, peering up at him, not wishing to look at his waist around which a belt is wrapped. He is so long and the position makes me blush hard. "Can I?" "Yes," he says and I waste no time in grabbing my mobile and checking the text which came from Jeremy. Jeremy:- Do you want me to leave, Jules? Why are you taking so long? "Who's he?" My professor asks. I lick my bottom lip before I decide to answer him, "My friend." Even his voice makes me nervous. "That blond guy?" He cocks his brow and I nod, confirming his guess. He, too, nods. "What's he asking?" He throws another question and that startles me for a moment but I react mentally. I me
JULIE "Well, why do you want to keep chewing gums in my glass, Ms. Dawson?" He asks, now giving me his full attention. His eyes rest on me and I feel my cheeks heating up just by gaining his attention. Through that look, he can burn me alive. "Hm?" He urges me to say, leaning closer. I did not know that I was silent till now. I clear my throat and say, "Chewing gum distracts me. I… I have…" "Anxiety issues, I know, Ms. Dawson. Your father cleared it already. But the problem is, chewing gum distracts, as you said, yeah?" I give him a quick nod so that he continues, "And it distracts you from what I teach, so I have to scold you." I do not say anything. He sighs, adding, "And you're easily distracted, Ms. Dawson. When I'm teaching, I find you either looking out through the window or mumbling under your breath. Now, I have no other way than to yell at you and remind you of the ongoing class." He rests his elbow on the desk as he leans towards the table, adding, "I know you're good
JULIE"I prefer words better, Ms. Dawson." In reflex, I utter, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Surprisingly enough, he smiles and quickly turns to face the window but he is too late. I saw that soft expression and I swear on my life, I loved every bit of it. "What time would you like to study?" He puts another question but I am not even a bit bored. I love his voice. He has that deep, amazing, hot, and alluring voice. "Is it good in the evening? Um… around five or six?" "You say." "Six?" "Okay, no problem." Thank God he asked my opinion because I have so many things to do after I am back home. From college onwards, I have had a habit of cleaning my skin. And it is very important that after college, I must come and take some rest. My brain gets tired of listening to lectures almost all day long. I need to take care of my beautiful face. "Will you come to my house or your house?" "At present, construction is going on in my neighborhood, so it will not be possible to be there becau
JULIE"I am going only because you have promised that you will give my mother an excuse for a late-night party, otherwise not just me, even my child wouldn't like to be taught by him!" Jeremy rolls his eyes, looking away from me. He has been giving me such scathing looks since yesterday because I have been trying to get him to agree to be taught by Mr. Taylor. Yes, because I was not a hundred percent sure whether Jeremy would want to study with him or not, even though my inner voice told me that Jeremy would not be even able to spend time with Mr. Taylor. "Your child? Do you have plans, Jer?" I am suddenly excited because I would surely like to see his kids. His children will definitely be naughty like him, but with green eyes like his, they will be able to become the dream prince of every girl in the world. Or if it is about his baby girl, then…"What plans? Won't I have kids if I want to marry someone after getting a job?" He chuckles, running a hand through hair, adding, "And i
Vote for the story if you like. Thanks :) -----×-------×------×------JULIE"Dad…" I trail off, flying into my father's arms which are spread wide for me. He grins, calling me, "Come, Jules!" I reach him and spring in his embrace. He quickly pulls me in and lifts me off the ground. Like a pathetic child who came back from school, I hurriedly wrapped my arms around his neck, chuckling with him. "Jules!" He utters, laughing when I pinch his cheeks. "Jules!" He duplicates into my ear which makes me shudder. Illogical, I stare at him and he calls my name one more time, yelling it into my ear so loud that I jerk up, opening my eyes wide and taking heavy breaths. My eyes run around and I find myself in my room, in my bed. I sigh, realizing it was a dream. Surprisingly, I can dream in the evening even while sleeping. Cool, I palm my face and a yawn escapes me. So lazy of me that I just slept after coming back. "Jules," my dad's voice interrupts me and I snap my head in his direction.
JULIE"Inthebathroom!" I say hurriedly, hissing after that. My eyes squeeze shut and I curse under my breath. He presses his lips together and I wonder for a moment if he understood what I said. He gets up and moves to my bathroom. So he got what I said. While he is inside, I look at my feet, finding my lacy bra there, and the strap is tangled in my toes. So this is how I tripped over the floor. I reach for my bra and at the same time, the door opens, revealing Mr. Taylor. I swiftly pull my undergarment behind my back, giving my full attention to him. He seems to notice it but does not interrupt me for which I am grateful. He comes to me and crouches down, putting the kit on the floor. He opens the kit and brings out a bandage from it. He separates it, staring at the bandage with amusement in his eyes, probably because of its pink color and white teddy patterns on it. I like them quite a lot, that is why I still have a collection of stuffed animals in my cupboard. Holding the band