Stacy POV
After I have fed myself with a bowl of instant ramen, I return to do the remaining exercises. A few minutes onwards, I hand it in to June. As she checks and corrects the mistakes I did, my mom appears and put a box of chocolate cookies and a cup of milk on the table. It seems that she is in a good mood as she impulsively appears with the treats. “Here are the treats, Ms. Bentley. Please help yourself to enjoy,” She says as the smile shows on her beautiful face. “Thank you, Ms. Barfield. I’m sorry for bothering you, anyway,” June utters while delaying her correction activity. The woman in her fifties shakes her head a bit as she stares at me for a second. She then claims, “No, it’s not, Ms. It’s a pleasure to treat you with snacks. In fact, my beloved daughter also loves eating. You can actually notice that she gets puffier.” While stating the fact, my mom cups my cheeks playfully. It is not a big deal for me since I’m not really slim. Even, in the previous days, Sam teases me about my weight. Nevertheless, this time, I feel so embarrassed. I can also feel that my cheeks are blushing, indicating that I’m not confident about my body. Therefore, I complain with irritated tone, “Stop it, Mom! Being puffier is just an accidental stuff for me.” Listening to my tone, my mom widens her eyes. I can sense that she is shocked. Maybe, it’s the first time for me to complain about her teasing my body weight. However, June, with her brightening smile, doesn’t feel bothered. It seems that she is fine although my body becomes as fat as a guinea pig. Rather than adding a comment about my appearance, she chooses to continue her correction towards my work. At the same moment, my mom utters an unexpected invitation to her, “Would you like to have a dinner with us, Ms. Bentley? You can consider it as a mingling time with our family since you date my beloved Sam.” I then stare at my mom with a train of thoughts running in my mind. At the first stage, I assume that mom doesn’t really like the fact that Sam dates June, my private teacher who is just a student of Business Management Faculty in Riverdale University. However, after looking at the recent invitation coming out from her mouth, it seems that she is fine if my brother ends up with June. Another proof that really changes my previous assumption is how she nicely treats June although serving food may sound more like formalities to a guest. “Am I not bothering your family time, Ma’am? I’m afraid if I’ll be too comfy here. Maybe, I may forget to return to my place.” June tries to make sure if she is really welcomed. She is always cautious when it comes to an invitation or other occasions. “Nope. Obviously, not. I invite you for dinner because I’d like to know you better, including figuring out why my beloved son is so head over heels to you.” Mom responds in her joyful tune. Her eyes lit up as she streaks a gentle smile to June. Once I hear the words refer to my brother is so madly in love with her, I really want to speak my heart out. I may say, ‘Dude, I’m also head over heels to June. Even, she makes me fall harder by taking care of me well’. However, it is not a piece of cake for me to do so. It is equal to drop a bombshell—revealing the truth my mom or dad never knows. End of POV -**- In the course of time, the dinner time arrives. There are various type of home-cooking food served on the table. A few of them are cooked by Mrs. Barfield, while the rests are bought and sent by the delivery service of a nearby restaurant. As June joins the Barfield’s, they start chatting casually and enjoy the meals. Firstly, Mrs. Barfield opens by asking, “Well, what are your parents doing, June?” “My dad is just a businessman, but he is not the most successful one, and my mom is just a housewife.” June state directly with her conflicted gazes. It seems that a question about her family hits a nerve since she hasn’t in-contact with them for quite long time. “Oh, a big cheese. What is he working on exactly?” Mr. Barfield throws a question with excited tone since he is also a businessman without any big achievements and reputation. June stares at him nervously. She is not embarrassed with the truth that she is a daughter of a businessman working on property stuffs. Even so, she is not comfortable when she recalls about her rocky relationship with her dad. Therefore, she tells the truth, “He works on property field, the house developer.” “What a stable job! Is it the biggest one?” Mrs. Barfield asks as her face lights up, channeling that she is surprised mixed of amazed by June’s family background. Besides that, she begins to assume if June’s family may be rich and quite prestigious. At that point, Sam notices that her mom may sound a bit nosier, so he warns, “Mom, please don’t interfere her personal life too much. She may be uncomfortable.” While her brother cuts the conversation, Stacy pour cream chowder into a bowl carefully and gives it to June. “Enjoy it while it’s warm,” She says. Then, June smiles while receiving a bowl of the soup. That simple attitude of the blonde girl makes Stacy smitten easily. It is very common to see her crush smiling or yelling, due to the private lesson time. However, Stacy never feels enough of her smiles. She always crave of everything related to June, no matter how often she sees her in weeks or months. It can be said that June has been her obsession on the first time meeting. Feeling a butterfly in her stomach, Stacy carelessly takes a spoonful of hot cream chowder and eats it. “OUCHHH!” She yells as a sharp burning sensation lingers on her tongue. “Are you okay, Stacy?? Wait for a second!” June looks panic while standing from her chair and seeks for the first-aid kit box. TO BE CONTINUED..Stacy POV After I have fed myself with a bowl of instant ramen, I return to do the remaining exercises. A few minutes onwards, I hand it in to June. As she checks and corrects the mistakes I did, my mom appears and put a box of chocolate cookies and a cup of milk on the table. It seems that she is in a good mood as she impulsively appears with the treats. “Here are the treats, Ms. Bentley. Please help yourself to enjoy,” She says as the smile shows on her beautiful face. “Thank you, Ms. Barfield. I’m sorry for bothering you, anyway,” June utters while delaying her correction activity. The woman in her fifties shakes her head a bit as she stares at me for a second. She then claims, “No, it’s not, Ms. It’s a pleasure to treat you with snacks. In fact, my beloved daughter also loves eating. You can actually notice that she gets puffier.” While stating the fact, my mom cups my cheeks playfully. It is not a big deal for me since I’m not
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
In a few minutes, June and Stacy arrive at the studio-type apartment with two bedrooms in it. As they set their feet in, June guides Stacy to sit on the sofa. In the medium-sized living room, there is a rectangular coffee table, where the first aid-kit box is sitting. “Wait for a few moments,” June instructs gently while her hands are busy cleaning the wounds using a few cottons and some alcohol. With the intense thumping in her heart, Stacy tries to manage her calm so hard. Yet, she still looks nervous since the blushes on her cheeks appear a little bit. It is caused by June, taking care of her wound carefully. At that point, she takes a glance sneakily at June’s beautiful face. “Those eyes and nose are always pleasant for me to see,” She says in her mind. As Stacy locks her eyes on the ethereal beauty, her gaze lands on the plump pink lips of the woman. It then causes her heart to thump faster, as if it would explode in her chest. “Aside from her eyes, her lips are also very all
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 POVAs the sky turns darker, I get out from bathroom and dry my wet long wavy hair with towel. With relaxed mind, I walk and sit at the corner of the bed. Subsequently, my fingers turn on the hairdryer, and let its heat immediately caresses my thick black hair. At this point, my mind begins to perch on what June is doing with my brother. Yet, I cast it away because it will make me feel delusional about my feelings to June.If somebody asks about who I will fall, I surely admit that I fall for my own private teacher. I cannot deny if I fall for a woman who is actually much older than me. Although it is seven-year-age gap for us, I don’t really mind about it. What I matter the most is her overwhelming care to me even though her yells can irritate me somehow. I know that it is her duties to give me lessons for the subjects that I’m not mostly good at, yet her caring and passionate attitude have a special place in my heart.After my hair has dried enough, I decide to check on my sch
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