Dating My Brother's Fiancee

Stacy POVFalling in love, the phrases I always find them to be beautiful and sweet, especially to a teenager like me. Yeah, I consider the feeling like that because it is mostly about adoring someone you are comfortable to be around with. Moreover, the feeling of love may change your cool personalities into the clingy or childish traits. Again, the only reason is because we find the comfort on the certain person who treat us more properly.That’s how I’m feeling towards my private teacher, June Bentley. Now, I’m sitting on the chair, next to the woman with beautiful wavy long blonde hair. On her fringe, there is a slight white color highlight, making her looks more eccentric than other private teachers I’ve ever met. Besides that, the sweet alluring beauty on her face is exuded clearly by the sunlight peeking through the window. Each feature on her face always distracts my attention from the explanation she gives for my learning references.“In sum, to find the answers of indices pro

Stacy POVNow, the time is at 10.15AM. The deep voice of the history teacher, Mr. Loubuskin, conquers most of the students’ attention, including mine. In the middle of the explanation, I write down some important points based on the presentation slides given. The way how this teacher views the slides is at warp speed, but fortunately, my eyes are sharp enough to notice the points highlighted in different color fonts. Once, the explanation is done, he announces, “All right. Since this chapter reaches its end, we are going to have test next Thursday. Don’t forget to mark your calendar!”The reminder gets various complaints. Even some of the students attempt to negotiate the test schedule, but Mr. Loubuskin refuses to agree. In fact, as the students, normally, having tests is like lists of mountain to climb. I also think like that since it really forces me to review and study the materials although I hate the subject. However, the thought of having June sitting and helping me to understa

Stacy POVAcknowledging how the tomato pies arrive in June’s apartment, I stare at her and accept the offer to eat. Gently, she opens a box of pizza with a vapor slight on it, showing that the pie is freshly cooked. Then, she takes a slice of it on a plastic plate and gives it to me. “Thanks a bunch,” I return it while grabbing a plate. “Don’t mention it. Just eat it carefully since it is quite warm,” She replies with a smile, embedding on her sweet visual afterwards. Following that, I savor the pizza carefully, letting the cheesy taste of the dough paired with pepperoni and mushrooms touch my tongue and teeth. Even once I finish with the first slice, I take another one and enjoy it, each bite. “Isn’t it too cheesy? Even the dough is slightly thicker than a normal pizza,” She breaks the silence by commenting about the food.Honestly, I agree with her since the best pizza dough is known to be not so thick, and it must be a bit crispy on the sides. Nevertheless, I try not to be to

Stacy POV The burning effect on my tongue slowly soothes by the time June puts ice cubes wrapped in a towel. “Hang in for a while, at least until the burning sensation is milder,” Her gentle voice keeps my stares at her steadily. “Ehmmm,” I nod eagerly, obeying what she has instructed. Meanwhile, Mom moves her chair and sits next to me. Her orbs reflects anxiety mixed with panic as she comments, “You should have it blown since it is freshly cooked, dear.” I can only roll my eyes without any words. Actually, I want to confirm that I was a bit clumsier, but I’m unable to utter due to my burnt tongue. Then, another reaction is uttered by Sam, “As luck would have it, June decisively takes ice cubes and a towel.”

Stacy POV I know that a heart break will soon streak me out if June really ends up with my bro. Yet, I don't give a crap. My desire to love June is what I cannot resist. The idea of swimming at Rivera Apartment impulsively appear in my mind. It instantly connects to the healing time for me and my friends. From there on, if I accidentally meet June in the pool, I will simply say I'm spending my time with Skyla and Clara, as an excuse. With that thought, it actually look more natural than when I go there alone and become a guest on her door. Certainly, she may catch my actual intention for visiting her! At the moment,, in the cafetaria, I can clearly hear the protest uttered by Skyla. "Holy moly, Stacy! I know you are in love with your crush, but you should not swim in her apartment's pool. Your deed will look obsessive. Aren't you bored of meeting her three times a week through the private lesson?" She complains as her stares aim at me deeply. Those complains only cause a tin