When I'm with her, I feel like I stop being that guy who doesn’t want to do anything but party and is always angry at his father. The one who hides his emotions deep down inside of his soul. I become someone else, someone new, someone better.
Today we were supposed to work on my essay, but she canceled last minute. Well, not exactly. She withdrew it in the morning, but she didn't show up at the bookstore either (yes, I've been there, sue me). And it pisses me off so much that I can't think clearly.
Nobody cancels on me. I'm the one who does that. And even if Serena withdrew our lesson, why should I care?
Because I wanted to see her, that's why.The thought appears in my head, and no matter how hard I try to wipe it, it won't go away.
I need to see her, I want to see her, I want...her.
For some unexplained reason, I want the only girl I shouldn't care about. Because she goes to great lengths to make me understand that nothing will ever happen between us. The way she dresses, the way she speaks to me is all designed to show me that she isonlymy tutor, and nothing else.
And still, it doesn't work. Yesterday I wrote her 'good night,' and then we texted for two hours straight until, I guess, she fell asleep. I, of course, couldn’t. I could've talked to her all night long, especially when it's not about studying.
But today she canceled our lesson. And now I wonder why.
Are you free tonight?
A message appears on the screen of my phone. Unfortunately, it's not Serena. It's Cameron, a girl I fuck from time to time when we both need it. She knows that I'm not ready for a serious relationship, and she's okay with that. That's why we agreed to only have sex.
'Are you free tonight?'means'Do you wanna get laid?'Usually, I would agree right away, especially since I haven't slept with anyone since that night at the club, but today I do not bother to even respond.
I don't want Cameron—not anymore. I never really cared about her, but now I don't even want to see her. And even though it’s difficult for me to admit, I have to confess: Serena is the reason. And for the last couple of days, I’ve thought of nothing but her.
My eyes slowly return to Serena's front door, and I hold my breath. My body stiffens: My tutor is getting out of a taxi wearing a completely different outfit than she usually wears.
I even blink a couple of times to make sure that I’m not imagining it. Serena is wearing a white blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt and black pumps. She's not only wearing heels, but her hair is hanging loose. I don't see her face clearly, but I bet she’s also wearing makeup.
The blood starts pulsing in my veins, and I squeeze my fists in anger.
She canceled our lesson to go on a date.
I see how she opens her bag to get the keys, and I probably shouldn't do it, but I jump out of the car and rush over to her.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I raise my voice when I come closer, not crossing but running across the street to get to her faster.
Serena jumps in surprise, almost dropping her keys, but manages to hold on to them. And then she finally turns to face me, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Dominic? What are you doing here?" Her voice is both scared and concerned as she squeezes the keys in her palm.
Fuck, she's beautiful. Those huge brown eyes are even more arresting with mascara. She put some clear lip gloss on her full dark-rose lips. Her makeup is light and natural, emphasizing only the most essential parts, and it only highlights her natural beauty.
And her hair, I've never seen it loose like this. Serena always wears a bun or a ponytail, and I never even imagined that she had such beautiful long, dark-brown hair. Shiny, thick curls reach down to her breasts, and I can't get my eyes off them.
"Dominic?" she asks once again, and only then do I realize that I'm still staring at her, silently, completely mesmerized by her beauty.
I retake a look at her face and notice that she's wearing glasses. I’ve been too distracted with everything else to realize that it's the first time I’ve seen her wearing glasses.
"You canceled our lesson for a date?" I ask angrily, looking down at her.
"It wasn't...a date," she says uncertainty, nervously biting her lower lip.
She's lying or keeping something back. And that pisses me off even more.
"Then where were you? And why are you dressed up like that? How could you..."
"Why do you care?" This time Serena raises her voice, interrupting me. I realize that I have been speaking too loudly.
"Because..." I stop, brushing fingers over my hair, trying to figure something out. "Because we agreed to have lessons every day. How am I going to pass if my tutor ignores me?"