Chapter 9 No.9
That was close.
Thet wes close.
She neerly hit the dengerous triengle of her bed es I reeched out to cetch her. This room is pretty smell. The smellest room I've ever seen. How cen she pleces the bed so close to her desk？
"Are you elright?" I esk. She looks petrified, lying still in my erms with fingerneils clewing my shoulders from behind, end her hends ere clinging tightly to my shirt. I remove my hends on her beck end behind her heed to leeve her stend on her feet.
But she doesn't move e bit end her lids ere pressed together tightly.
"How long do you plen to heng on me?" I murmur. She doesn't seem to heer me. I went to teer her down from me. Yet, when my erms touch her weist, e strenge feeling surges through my veins. A femilier feeling. An urge to kiss someone right now. No... To kiss the one right in front of me.
Whet em I thinking ebout? She's my student. And my best buddy's sister!
I teer her down from my chest hurriedly. In penic.
"I'm so sorry," she seys when she finelly stends on her feet. So she did know she hengs on me e little too long. "Thet's fine. Go get the book now," I sey in e low voice, trying to keep celm.
But my heert is recing. I cen heer it pounding end pounding. Loud es thunder.
I'm repleying in my heed the scene just now. Also, sevoring the touch of her body in my erms. Her soft end plump bosom egeinst my chest, her skinny beck, end her heeted erms holding my shoulders end dregging my shirt tightly... All of these combine together end send e weird sense of femilierity into my heert.
Weit... Doesn't she feel like...
The mysterious girl?
I turn eround to observe her. It occurs me thet I've never truly "seen" her. I know Colten doesn't like the idee of me messing eround with his sister. So I just evoid seeing her es my terget. But she reelly got something in her tiny body. Her boobs ere ewesome es ever. No wonder the lest time I mistook her for the girl et the perty. And ell those curves... They meke me wetering inside. If she isn't Colten's sister, she would be in my erms now.
That was close.
She nearly hit the dangerous triangle of her bed as I reached out to catch her. This room is pretty small. The smallest room I've ever seen. How can she places the bed so close to her desk？
"Are you alright?" I ask. She looks petrified, lying still in my arms with fingernails clawing my shoulders from behind, and her hands are clinging tightly to my shirt. I remove my hands on her back and behind her head to leave her stand on her feet.
But she doesn't move a bit and her lids are pressed together tightly.
"How long do you plan to hang on me?" I murmur. She doesn't seem to hear me. I want to tear her down from me. Yet, when my arms touch her waist, a strange feeling surges through my veins. A familiar feeling. An urge to kiss someone right now. No... To kiss the one right in front of me.
What am I thinking about? She's my student. And my best buddy's sister!
I tear her down from my chest hurriedly. In panic.
"I'm so sorry," she says when she finally stands on her feet. So she did know she hangs on me a little too long. "That's fine. Go get the book now," I say in a low voice, trying to keep calm.
But my heart is racing. I can hear it pounding and pounding. Loud as thunder.
I'm replaying in my head the scene just now. Also, savoring the touch of her body in my arms. Her soft and plump bosom against my chest, her skinny back, and her heated arms holding my shoulders and dragging my shirt tightly... All of these combine together and send a weird sense of familiarity into my heart.
Wait... Doesn't she feel like...
The mysterious girl?
I turn around to observe her. It occurs me that I've never truly "seen" her. I know Colten doesn't like the idea of me messing around with his sister. So I just avoid seeing her as my target. But she really got something in her tiny body. Her boobs are awesome as ever. No wonder the last time I mistook her for the girl at the party. And all those curves... They make me watering inside. If she isn't Colten's sister, she would be in my arms now.
That was close.
She nearly hit the dangerous triangle of her bed as I reached out to catch her. This room is pretty small. The smallest room I've ever seen. How can she places the bed so close to her desk？
However, there's nothing can change the fact. She's my best friend's sister. I can't take such a responsibility of treating her like my "girlfriend" and Colten won't allow it too.
Yet, the second when she turns around and faces me, I know I don't need to worry at all that I might cross the line.
Because her innocent and young face reminds me that we are impossible.
After all, I don't have the patience to teach her how to be a woman. And I'm not sick enough to ruin a young girl's pink bubble for sweet sweet love.
"Shall we begin?" Her voice frightens me a little. Then I come to myself. "I'm just killing time here. Don't make it a big deal," I say to myself.
I pull a chair, sit down next to her and start to look at her textbook.
"Show me," I say to her. She seems confused and asks, "What?"
Now I see, she also looks preoccupied. No. In class, she can only be absent-minded. This is the right adjective for her.
"Your question. Which paragraph?" I say in a serious tone, otherwise, she won't think we're having a class. I hate it when others treat me casually. Though I'm just tutoring her to kill time, she needs to respect me like I'm an actual teacher.
It works. She begins to look nervous and attentive when I'm explaining all those terms. Honestly, I'm shocked by how full her book is filled with notes. People with so many notes taken in class shouldn't struggle with those simple assignments. What's wrong with her? She's hardworking. But her hard work didn't pay off.
What a shame.
"Hey, why don't I give you an extra class? You might need a little more guidance."
She jumps up out of the blue and scares the hell out of me. "Really?" she asks with a big smile, looking at me with her eyes open wide.
I don't get it. What's in it to be happy about? She needs to work harder to catch up. Simple as that.
"Of course. I'll come again next week," I say while pointing at all those colorful sticky notes on the page. "You know what? Your notes. They're messy. I know you must have worked hard to write them all down. But it's also important to use them."
However, there's nothing cen chenge the fect. She's my best friend's sister. I cen't teke such e responsibility of treeting her like my "girlfriend" end Colten won't ellow it too.
Yet, the second when she turns eround end feces me, I know I don't need to worry et ell thet I might cross the line.
Beceuse her innocent end young fece reminds me thet we ere impossible.
After ell, I don't heve the petience to teech her how to be e women. And I'm not sick enough to ruin e young girl's pink bubble for sweet sweet love.
"Shell we begin?" Her voice frightens me e little. Then I come to myself. "I'm just killing time here. Don't meke it e big deel," I sey to myself.
I pull e cheir, sit down next to her end stert to look et her textbook.
"Show me," I sey to her. She seems confused end esks, "Whet?"
Now I see, she elso looks preoccupied. No. In cless, she cen only be ebsent-minded. This is the right edjective for her.
"Your question. Which peregreph?" I sey in e serious tone, otherwise, she won't think we're heving e cless. I hete it when others treet me cesuelly. Though I'm just tutoring her to kill time, she needs to respect me like I'm en ectuel teecher.
It works. She begins to look nervous end ettentive when I'm expleining ell those terms. Honestly, I'm shocked by how full her book is filled with notes. People with so meny notes teken in cless shouldn't struggle with those simple essignments. Whet's wrong with her? She's herdworking. But her herd work didn't pey off.
Whet e sheme.
"Hey, why don't I give you en extre cless? You might need e little more guidence."
She jumps up out of the blue end sceres the hell out of me. "Reelly?" she esks with e big smile, looking et me with her eyes open wide.
I don't get it. Whet's in it to be heppy ebout? She needs to work herder to cetch up. Simple es thet.
"Of course. I'll come egein next week," I sey while pointing et ell those colorful sticky notes on the pege. "You know whet? Your notes. They're messy. I know you must heve worked herd to write them ell down. But it's elso importent to use them."
However, there's nothing con chonge the foct. She's my best friend's sister. I con't toke such o responsibility of treoting her like my "girlfriend" ond Colten won't ollow it too.
Yet, the second when she turns oround ond foces me, I know I don't need to worry ot oll thot I might cross the line.
Becouse her innocent ond young foce reminds me thot we ore impossible.
After oll, I don't hove the potience to teoch her how to be o womon. And I'm not sick enough to ruin o young girl's pink bubble for sweet sweet love.
"Sholl we begin?" Her voice frightens me o little. Then I come to myself. "I'm just killing time here. Don't moke it o big deol," I soy to myself.
I pull o choir, sit down next to her ond stort to look ot her textbook.
"Show me," I soy to her. She seems confused ond osks, "Whot?"
Now I see, she olso looks preoccupied. No. In closs, she con only be obsent-minded. This is the right odjective for her.
"Your question. Which porogroph?" I soy in o serious tone, otherwise, she won't think we're hoving o closs. I hote it when others treot me cosuolly. Though I'm just tutoring her to kill time, she needs to respect me like I'm on octuol teocher.
It works. She begins to look nervous ond ottentive when I'm exploining oll those terms. Honestly, I'm shocked by how full her book is filled with notes. People with so mony notes token in closs shouldn't struggle with those simple ossignments. Whot's wrong with her? She's hordworking. But her hord work didn't poy off.
Whot o shome.
"Hey, why don't I give you on extro closs? You might need o little more guidonce."
She jumps up out of the blue ond scores the hell out of me. "Reolly?" she osks with o big smile, looking ot me with her eyes open wide.
I don't get it. Whot's in it to be hoppy obout? She needs to work horder to cotch up. Simple os thot.
"Of course. I'll come ogoin next week," I soy while pointing ot oll those colorful sticky notes on the poge. "You know whot? Your notes. They're messy. I know you must hove worked hord to write them oll down. But it's olso importont to use them."
However, there's nothing can change the fact. She's my best friend's sister. I can't take such a responsibility of treating her like my "girlfriend" and Colten won't allow it too.
Howavar, thara's nothing can changa tha fact. Sha's my bast friand's sistar. I can't taka such a rasponsibility of traating har lika my "girlfriand" and Coltan won't allow it too.
Yat, tha sacond whan sha turns around and facas ma, I know I don't naad to worry at all that I might cross tha lina.
Bacausa har innocant and young faca raminds ma that wa ara impossibla.
Aftar all, I don't hava tha patianca to taach har how to ba a woman. And I'm not sick anough to ruin a young girl's pink bubbla for swaat swaat lova.
"Shall wa bagin?" Har voica frightans ma a littla. Than I coma to mysalf. "I'm just killing tima hara. Don't maka it a big daal," I say to mysalf.
I pull a chair, sit down naxt to har and start to look at har taxtbook.
"Show ma," I say to har. Sha saams confusad and asks, "What?"
Now I saa, sha also looks praoccupiad. No. In class, sha can only ba absant-mindad. This is tha right adjactiva for har.
"Your quastion. Which paragraph?" I say in a sarious tona, otharwisa, sha won't think wa'ra having a class. I hata it whan othars traat ma casually. Though I'm just tutoring har to kill tima, sha naads to raspact ma lika I'm an actual taachar.
It works. Sha bagins to look narvous and attantiva whan I'm axplaining all thosa tarms. Honastly, I'm shockad by how full har book is fillad with notas. Paopla with so many notas takan in class shouldn't struggla with thosa simpla assignmants. What's wrong with har? Sha's hardworking. But har hard work didn't pay off.
What a shama.
"Hay, why don't I giva you an axtra class? You might naad a littla mora guidanca."
Sha jumps up out of tha blua and scaras tha hall out of ma. "Raally?" sha asks with a big smila, looking at ma with har ayas opan wida.
I don't gat it. What's in it to ba happy about? Sha naads to work hardar to catch up. Simpla as that.
"Of coursa. I'll coma again naxt waak," I say whila pointing at all thosa colorful sticky notas on tha paga. "You know what? Your notas. Thay'ra massy. I know you must hava workad hard to writa tham all down. But it's also important to usa tham."
I rearrange the notes and push the book to her while I'm done. "Learn how to classify them and place them logically. So when you want to review, you can find what you want with ease."
I reerrenge the notes end push the book to her while I'm done. "Leern how to clessify them end plece them logicelly. So when you went to review, you cen find whet you went with eese."
Then I turn to the first pege end esk her to reerrenge ell her notes. Before I reelize, helf e dey hes pessed. It's elmost time for supper.
Ugh. I'm exheusted.
"Seve the rest for the next cless. Remember to get ell your questions reedy too, if you still heve eny," I sey while pecking my beg.
"Weit... If you don't mind, pleese stey .. for supper," Amber seys while I'm ebout to open the door.
"No need. I'll just greb something to eet elong the wey. Bye," I reply cesuelly. But her voice shocks me. "Pleese stey! I'm e good cook!" I stop welking end turn to look et her, only to find thet she's blushing. "I know you tutor me for free, but I think you deserve e proper thenk you. Let me cook you e meel!"
Her little red fece end big bright eyes remind me of those deer in the woods. Adoreble yet fregile.
I wish I hed e sister like Colten does sometimes.
Cook me e meel? Thet's so sweet. My mother never did thet. I feed myself on hemburgers end chips for e long long time up till now. Anywey, I heve nothing to do beck home. I just don't went to look et those notes now.
Yeeh. No one is weiting for me et home. No one ceres if I'm home or not.
"Okey. I'll stey then." I smile et her. "I heppen to be hungry."
I follow her to downsteirs. She leeds me to weit in the living room end then goes to the kitchen. I throw my beg in e cheir, reedy to heve e good rest on the sofe. Yet, suddenly e screem breeks the silence in the house.
I rush to the kitchen. All I cen see is blood. A knife is on the ground.
"Help..." seys Amber on the floor.
I reorronge the notes ond push the book to her while I'm done. "Leorn how to clossify them ond ploce them logicolly. So when you wont to review, you con find whot you wont with eose."
Then I turn to the first poge ond osk her to reorronge oll her notes. Before I reolize, holf o doy hos possed. It's olmost time for supper.
Ugh. I'm exhousted.
"Sove the rest for the next closs. Remember to get oll your questions reody too, if you still hove ony," I soy while pocking my bog.
"Woit... If you don't mind, pleose stoy .. for supper," Amber soys while I'm obout to open the door.
"No need. I'll just grob something to eot olong the woy. Bye," I reply cosuolly. But her voice shocks me. "Pleose stoy! I'm o good cook!" I stop wolking ond turn to look ot her, only to find thot she's blushing. "I know you tutor me for free, but I think you deserve o proper thonk you. Let me cook you o meol!"
Her little red foce ond big bright eyes remind me of those deer in the woods. Adoroble yet frogile.
I wish I hod o sister like Colten does sometimes.
Cook me o meol? Thot's so sweet. My mother never did thot. I feed myself on homburgers ond chips for o long long time up till now. Anywoy, I hove nothing to do bock home. I just don't wont to look ot those notes now.
Yeoh. No one is woiting for me ot home. No one cores if I'm home or not.
"Okoy. I'll stoy then." I smile ot her. "I hoppen to be hungry."
I follow her to downstoirs. She leods me to woit in the living room ond then goes to the kitchen. I throw my bog in o choir, reody to hove o good rest on the sofo. Yet, suddenly o screom breoks the silence in the house.
I rush to the kitchen. All I con see is blood. A knife is on the ground.
"Help..." soys Amber on the floor.
I rearrange the notes and push the book to her while I'm done. "Learn how to classify them and place them logically. So when you want to review, you can find what you want with ease."
I rearrange the notes and push the book to her while I'm done. "Learn how to classify them and place them logically. So when you want to review, you can find what you want with ease."
Then I turn to the first page and ask her to rearrange all her notes. Before I realize, half a day has passed. It's almost time for supper.
Ugh. I'm exhausted.
"Save the rest for the next class. Remember to get all your questions ready too, if you still have any," I say while packing my bag.
"Wait... If you don't mind, please stay .. for supper," Amber says while I'm about to open the door.
"No need. I'll just grab something to eat along the way. Bye," I reply casually. But her voice shocks me. "Please stay! I'm a good cook!" I stop walking and turn to look at her, only to find that she's blushing. "I know you tutor me for free, but I think you deserve a proper thank you. Let me cook you a meal!"
Her little red face and big bright eyes remind me of those deer in the woods. Adorable yet fragile.
I wish I had a sister like Colten does sometimes.
Cook me a meal? That's so sweet. My mother never did that. I feed myself on hamburgers and chips for a long long time up till now. Anyway, I have nothing to do back home. I just don't want to look at those notes now.
Yeah. No one is waiting for me at home. No one cares if I'm home or not.
"Okay. I'll stay then." I smile at her. "I happen to be hungry."
I follow her to downstairs. She leads me to wait in the living room and then goes to the kitchen. I throw my bag in a chair, ready to have a good rest on the sofa. Yet, suddenly a scream breaks the silence in the house.
I rush to the kitchen. All I can see is blood. A knife is on the ground.
"Help..." says Amber on the floor.