05

Luckily my mom hadn't come home yet when I came home, if it had been the other way around she would have asked me millions of questions about why I came later and who was that guy who took me home. I definitely can't tell absolutely anything about what happened to my mom, I don't know what I'd be able to do if she found out I'd be alone with a man to help her with math.

Thinking about the latter, it still seems too strange everything, something does not convince me, but I decided that I should not judge without knowing so it is better that I stop talking about the matter and just ready to help him, because if I find myself in some strange situation I can leave at any time and ready.

Unfortunately, classes were over for today, it was time to go home, it was time to give Harry math lessons.

It's been ten minutes since classes ends and I'm waiting for him outside the school. He said he'd stop by, but I didn't think it would take that long.

Dalilah's mother had offered to take me home and I didn't accept just to wait for him because I had promised to come. I should have accepted Dali's invitation.

15 minutes and no sign of him. I'm beginning to despair. Maybe he forgot or maybe he had something to do, yesterday he didn't give me his phone number and I didn't give him mine to communicate with him, everything went so fast that there was no time or opportunity to do it. Big mistake, I wouldn't have waited so long if I'd asked you.

It's been over 20 minutes and it's not coming, it won't. He forgot about me, I should have guessed, I don't know him, I shouldn't have trusted him.

I separated from the car in which I was recharged and set out to walk towards the bus stop that was a block away from the school.

My knee didn't hurt so much anymore, but I still limped a little because I couldn't support it very well; all this made my walking much slower.

"Where are you going so alone?"I hear a hoarse voice behind my back, a voice I would recognize even in a place full of people.

Although I have heard it perfectly, I ignore it, pretending that I have not noticed its presence.

“Marylise, it's me, come” he asks me, but I keep ignoring him. "Marylise, hey, where are you going?

“Home” I finally answered, without looking at him because I already knew who it was.

"Go up, I'll take you," he offered, but I ignored him; I embraced myself and accelerated the pace as much as I could. "Won't you go up?" he asked what I denied with my head. "Come on, I'll take you home, you can't walk right"

I stopped before I turned to him. He looked at me waiting for me to act or say something, but I didn't, I just stood there looking at him with my arms folded at my waist. I notice him releasing an exhalation and continuing to get out of the car and head to the co-driver's side to open the door, waving his hand to get him into the car.

My face at that moment is of complete confusion and amazement, my intention was not that, I did not want him to think that I was waiting for him to do that act of "chivalry", it was not my intention I just waited to see what he was doing.

I feel I must accept your proposal, even though you did wrong to arrive so late, you must have your reason, I'm just exaggerating and being very rude to him. Maybe I should learn to be more tolerant.

I sighed and walked up to his car to get into it. Harry closed the door once I was inside and hurried around to get in and get out of there.

“Sorry for being late, there was a lot of traffic” He hastens to say, as an apology. I just nodded and nodded as I folded my arms over my chest and looked at my shoes.

I heard him sigh and therefore he started the car.

The road home was too quiet, you could only hear the noise that is created when the car advances on the asphalt.

I wasn't paying attention to the road, I was just distracted by anything else, like my hands, my backpack or just looking at my feet. I didn't look at him because, if I did, it would increase my nervousness significantly.

“We've arrived” He warns me, parking the car in the garage. I looked through the glass in front and noticed that this wasn't my house.

"Where are we?" I asked puzzled.

“In my house” he answers, ignoring his answer ”where else?"

He gets out of the car and heads to the co-pilot's side to open the door for me After doing so, he offered me his hand to help me get down. I hesitated a little, a lot, but in the end I accepted it.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked to get out of my doubt.

"We will study here," he said as he walked toward the house. I followed him.

“I thought we would do it at my house” He suddenly turned around making our bodies collide, I walked two steps back at that moment. That's when I realized the big difference in height between us. I had to raise my head and he had to lower it so he could look us in the eye.

"We can do it wherever you want," she spoke slowly before wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Wh-what?” My nervousness increased considerably at his action. I can almost hear my heartbeat racing.

He laughed before saying: "Study, that's what you meant, isn't it?

“Ahm. . . “ I babbled. I felt so stupid about what just happened. Why is he doing all this to me? It doesn't make sense.

I let go of a forced exhalation and lined up to nod.

"Come with me," he ordered. I nodded and followed him.

I'm beginning to realize that when he make me nervous about any gesture he makes, I just give in to his requests and obey his commands. I don't understand anything.

We broke into his house. He told me that I could leave my things on the table while he went for everything I needed to study, not without offering me something to drink, which I refused for the time being.

I sat in one of the chairs in the main dining room to wait for him. I noticed it wasn't as messy as it was yesterday. Maybe he's been cleaning since I left.

Shortly afterwards he arrived and left his backpack on the table, took out his math book and a checkered notebook, as well as a pencil and a pen.

"What do you want me to teach you first?"

He murmured something I wasn't able to hear, which I noticed was his look. I've never had anyone look at me the same way before. I had never felt this strange feeling in my belly before.

"What?" I asked him to repeat what he had said since I had not heard him well.

"I have never understood fractions," he confessed.

Oh, I thought he said something else. It wasn't understood like that, but just let it go.

"Then we can start with that if that's okay for you"

~*~

"No, Harry, you don't understand me"

"I understand it perfectly, it's very easy. " He speaks, with sufficiency in his tone of voice.

"Really?" he nodded. "If you believe that, then you can tell me who the numerator is” I challenged him.

"It's the number above that tells you how many parts you took," he replied, smiling slightly from the side, as if it were bread to eat for him.

"Okay, what about the denominator?"

"It's the one downstairs. This is the number of parts into which the total was divided"

"Yes, that's it. " I smiled pleased to see that I had finally understood the concepts. I don't know how long it took, but I think it was a long time.

“It's like I'm the numerator and you're the denominator, isn't it?” I frowned in confusion at not understanding it.

"How?" I asked her puzzled.

“Yes, you below and I above” He moistened his lips. "Or do you prefer the other way around?"

"Ahm. . . , I-I don't understand you"

“It's as if you and I. . .” he shut up and began to laugh. “Forget it” He denied it with his head downplaying it; but I wanted to know what he was talking about.

"What do you mean by that?" I insist, between curious, confused and nervous.

"Just forget it, it was a joke” He clarified. "Go on, I need to learn more about this"

"But I want to know. . ." He interrupts me, silencing me at that moment.

I try to open my mouth to deny, but something prevents me from doing so, I don't know if it was his order or his decisive gaze, I just felt inside me that I had to obey him, and so I did, limiting myself only to nodding.

In the short time I've known him, he's told me things like that that I honestly don't understand. Things like he'd teach me something else if I taught him math, or babbling and murmuring that I can't hear while he looks at me like that so. . . so. . . I don't know, I don't know how to describe it because nothing like this has ever happened to me. I don't know if it's right or wrong, I don't know if it's just my It's strange what your words and actions provoke in me, I don't know if I like it.