Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - The shy ones have more hidden desires.

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Bored...

And beyond angry.

An extremely bad and dangerous combination and I was experiencing both.

I glared at Bryan's head as he played another game of Subway Surfers. This is what he would do - write one step of a math sum then play Subway Surfers or Temple Run and just before the last step of the sum, he would play Larva Link. It basically took 30 minutes to do one small differentiation problem.

Fun. Not.

I tapped my foot angrily on the ground, wondering why I even agreed to tutor this idiot. Oh yeah, because I am afraid of Mrs. Finn and her anger atoms.

She needs Anger management classes. School is pure torture with her in it. Correction: School is pure torture with or without her.

I sighed glancing at the small hall again, by now I had literally memorized every tiny detail of this rotten cottage. I knew there was a hole just beside the television wall. The left corner of the carpet had a yellow stain. The ceiling had about eighteen big cracks and too many small ones. The chair lying on the corner had one broken leg and the other legs were rusted. The wall clock only showed 3:22 each day. And now there was hardly anything left to do. I was bored. And when I am bored I tend to do or talk anything.

A bored woman is a very dangerous thing.

I cleared my throat, hoping to get his attention. Instead his whole attention was on escaping that fat policeman.

"Are you bisexual?" I suddenly asked, making my eyes widen in horror. I didn't mean to ask that, it just came out of my mouth. Probably because I couldn't remember the last time I had seen him playing tongue tango with a girl, surprising.  

His eyes turned to me and narrowed relatively. A sudden scream turned his attention back to his phone. "Shit." He cursed, realizing that he crashed into a running train.

"I lost because of you." He accused childishly. 

I rolled my eyes, "You are supposed to do math sums not run from some fat policeman while collecting gold coins."

"Shut up." He ordered as he restarted the game. 

I balled my fists, fighting the urge to throw his phone on the ground and then crushing it with my foot. Now wouldn't I love that?

"So we are friends now, right?" I tried again.

His only reply was a huff of irritation. 

I gritted my teeth.

"So I can tell my friends that we are friends."

Another huff of irritation with an eye roll.

"I would like a purple friendship band and a 'Joanna is awesome' card. We can even do each other's hair." I paused looking at his short messy hair. "Well you can do my hair and um... I can do your eyes?"

He groaned as he crashed again, making me grin mentally. 

"We are not friends." He simply replied, picking up the pencil to do the next step.

"But we have been talking since two weeks." I pointed out.

"So?"

"So it's only natural that we are friends. And we should really do the friendly stuff."

"And what exactly is friendly stuff?" 

"Uh you know talking and giving food and being nice and not letting the friend get bored." I answered lamely.

He smirked in amusement, "So you're bored."

I nodded unwillingly. 

"I can think of a few entertaining things." He winked, making his indecent intentions clearly known.

"Pig." 

"You know the bed upstairs is big and comfy." He hinted.

I threw my pencil at him. "Good. You must occupy the whole thing and still your ego wouldn't fit."

He let out a small bark if laughter. "Oh a lot of things fit there. Want to try muffin?"

I gritted my teeth. "In your dreams."

"No thanks. Jennifer Lawrence is enough in my dreams. I am not a fan of threesome."

"I was better being bored. You're such a pervert."

He grinned as if proud of being called a pervert. "I just have a sexy imagination."

I scrunched up my nose. "Whatever."

"We all have an inner kinky demon. I am just strong enough to show it to the world."

I grabbed the bottle of water suddenly thirsty. "I do not have any inner."

He let out a short laugh. "Now that sounded even more wrong."

"Jeez you're so sick. I meant no inner demon, the kinky one. Pig." I gritted out.

"So you don't want to be tied to the bed with your eyes blindfolded as you lay flat on your stomach and can't move as have your butt whipped with a cane while he bites your neck and-"

"Oh for fuck's sake shut up." I screamed, throwing the half-filled bottle as him. My face burning red in embarrassment. That image was so sordid and way too vivid.

He caught the bottle swiftly just before it hit his face. He winked victoriously, "Inner kinky demon coming alive? Do you feel you stomach clenching?"

"He doesn't exist. And no, I feel nothing but the uncontrollable urge to push you down a long staircase ending in a fire pit. “I swore. “Did you complete the sum?"

His smirk grew at the change of subject. "Nope. So why do you like lavender?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at his question. Swift change. I had never really thought about it. Maybe because it's soothing to the eyes. It was just my favorite color. "Because it's nice." 

He raised one eyebrow. "Even black is nice."

I immediately shook my head. "Black is not nice. It is dark and intriguing. You want it to mix with others but at the same time it looks better alone. Everything goes with it but nothing really does. It is so mysterious." I looked at his lavishly sculptured face. "Just like you." 

He looked at me in confusion for a second, his eyebrows joining and lips slightly open. "You are deep shit."

I shrugged, I got that a lot. I had a tendency to look for a reason in everything.

Everything happens for a reason, I just try to find the reason.

"So we are friends?" I teasingly asked again.

He gritted his teeth in annoyance. "If I tell yes, will it make you shut up?"

I shook my head. "Nope." I answered truthfully. 

"Then no."

"That hurts." I joked, putting my hand on over my heart.

"That's what she said." He winked.

"Pig." I muttered. 

"Penguin."

"Huh?"

"Your favorite animal is pig, mine is Penguin." He said smoothly, starting another sum.

"My favorite animal is not pig. In fact I hate it." I stated.

"You are just in denial." He shook his pencil at me.

"Oh God! Why would I be in denial?" I exclaimed, starting to get irritated. 

"God would come and explain but he's too busy making good looking guys like me." He puffed out his chest, pointing to his chest.

I rolled my eyes. "I hope not. If he does, I hope he gives them some brains and some kindness too."

He fake gasped. "Are you calling me brainless and unkind?"

"I am tutoring you, so you must be brainless. But why do you need a tutor? From what I know you are not all that bad in studies." 

He smirked deviously. "Oh my God! How do you know that? You stalker!" He cried in a girly voice.

"Oh please! Not interested in stalking you and anyways the whole school knows you are good in studies or Mrs. Finn would have kicked you out of the school long back."

"Nu-uh. I am still in school because Mrs. Finn knows the girls would protest if I went." He bragged proudly.

And I couldn't even deny it. I knew girls like Alicia would sure protest against throwing a hot guy like Ace out of their daily lives. 

He was like N*****x on a weekend for them. Totally needed.

"Why were you, Max and Dylan running from the teachers that day?" I asked, swiftly changing the topic again.

"Stupid Max." He groaned in the memory.

I raised my eyebrows, silently asking for further details.

"He was arranging our next prank in the chemistry lab when Mr. Bedoin came into the lab. Instead of thinking of an excuse, he ran away but fortunately Bedoin couldn't see his face. Of course he thought he saw me so the first allegation was put on me. So I shouted at Max for running away and leaving the prank undone. Some dumb kid heard our conversation and reported to the principal. That's why we were running from the teachers."

I opened and closed my mouth like a gold fish before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh shit! No suspension? Or detention?"

"We already have detentions for this full week and there was no proof if we were the pranksters. When that freshman was told to answer if we were the ones he heard, I gave him my best scowl and glare and he lost his voice. So we got out clean." He informed, rolling my eyes at my laughing fit.

I pressed my lips together, fighting another chuckle. "So you guys are the ones who have been playing pranks on the whole school?"

He nodded arrogantly. "Don't tell anyone now." He warned.

I grinned as I rolled my eyes. The whole school probably knows it's them. No one else has the guts to pull off such stunts. Like last month they played a prank on Mrs. Mellark, our health education teacher. She had decided to show us a video and just before she played it, Dylan shouted that Mrs. Finn was remembering her and in that time Max switched the original cd and replaced it with a porn one. After some time when a confused Mrs. Mellark came back and played it, she was shocked and embarrassed for a very long time. Safe to say the porn had some real kinky shit. But they never got caught because Dylan just said Mrs. Finn was remembering her, not asking for her. And of course every student denied seeing them change the CD.  

I chuckled at the memory. "I won't." I promised. "What was the prank?"

He grinned mischievously, pride shining in his eyes. "We were replacing important chemicals with water colors."

I let out a laugh imagining the strict Mr. Bedoin's face when everyone would complaint about having no reactions to anything.

He gave a small smile and started another game of Temple Run. This time I didn't disturb him. Instead I took out my phone and started checking photos on I*******m. Something I do when I am bored and in no mood to play any game.

Just as I scrolled down another pic. Ace picked up his pencil and finished the sum before turning to me. "The shy ones have more hidden desires. I bet you have a lot. Can't wait to find out."

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"No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars. Yeah, we'll be counting stars." Logan sang in a completely off-tune voice.

I put my hands on my ears, trying to drown the noise.

"Shut up Logan. Its daylight you obviously can't count stars now." Janice yelled, throwing a book at him.

"Janice! That's my Dan Brown book. How many times have I told you to not throw my books?" I shouted, running and picking up the book. "Look now the cover is folded." I said, showing her the red folded cover of The Da Vinci Code.

She rolled her eyes. "It's just a book Joanna,"

"Exactly! A book!" I exclaimed, trying to straighten the cover.

"You know how possessive she is of her books. Not one mark on them." Brittany reminded Janice. In return she just rolled her eyes again.

I scowled at her. We were at Janice's home. By we I mean Logan, me, Brittany, Alan and of course Janice. It was a Saturday afternoon and no one wanted to go out due to the hot raging sun, so we decided to just sit and watch comedy movies at Janice's home along with popcorns and Pepsi and Pizza. Yes, we are fun.

"I have always wanted a gay friend." Brittany said all of a sudden.

"Me too." I and Janice agreed, momentarily forgetting the book problem.

Logan and Alan twisted their mouths into deep grimaces. "We are not turning gays."  They shouted together.

Britt gave them a 'you idiot' look. "I didn't mean about you two. I was just stating it."

"Besides Logan has a girlfriend and Alan has a crush on some junior." I added.

"Celia." Alan mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Her name is Celia, can you all stop with the 'some junior girl'." Alan said in frustration.

We looked at him in amusement. He never really cared what we called his crush.

"Aww. Has baby Ally finally found love?" Logan teased, pinching his cheeks.

Alan's face grew red. He slapped Logan's hand off. "Obviously not."

"Liar liar." I said, pinching his other cheek.

"Now-now what will I do? I was just going to break up with Marie for being with you. How can you do this to me? Now I know what heartbreak feels like." Logan fake cried, wiping his fake tears for extra effect.

"Oh no! I still love you Logie and always will." Alan assured him, taking out a tissue and wiping Logan's tears.

"Till death do us apart?" Logan dramatically asked.

"No Logie, even in heaven we'll be together. We'll sit on a swing hand in hand and watch the flowers bloom baby. We'll even pluck those flowers and make garlands for each other." Alan promised, giving Logan a hug.

"Are you sure they aren't gay?" Britt whispered to me, looking at their show of affection.

"I was thinking the same." I whispered back. We looked at each other for a second and burst out laughing.

Soon all of us were laughing hard, clutching our stomachs and rolling on the floor like the total retards that we were.

Friends! Oh life would be so boring without them.

"I think someone's cell is vibrating." Janice suddenly said, looking around.

Our laughter stopped and we glanced through the room, trying to find the direction of the noise.

"Who is Mr. Best-in-any-bed?" Logan asked curiously, looking at the vibrating phone.

My eyes widened as I realized he was holding my phone. "Logan! Give it back!" I exclaimed, clambering to get my phone.

He chuckled as he ran farther from me. "Who is he?"

"Give it back right now." I gritted threateningly.

"Why do I have a feeling it has something to do with a guy who has tattoos on his nape and is known as the school's bad ass." Janice teased, wriggling her eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes at her. "He saved his name like that. Not my mistake." I finally surrendered.

"And any reason why you couldn't change it?" Alan smirked.

I sighed. "I didn't get the time." I lied. "Now my phone please." I put out my hand, silently ordering him to keep the phone on my palm.

He winked at me and gave my phone. By now the vibration had stopped and as soon as I unlocked my phone, I got the notification 2 missed calls from 'Mr. Best-in-any-bed'. I tapped the button of call back and walked out of the room. I didn't want him to see the way my friends embarrassed me, well technically not see . . . hear, but still.  

I pressed my phone to the ear as I waited, playing with my nails. Finally after five rings he picked it up.

"What?" His grumpy voice came through the other side.

"Hello to you too." I muttered sarcastically.

"What is it?"

"You called me, you should know."

"Well you didn't pick up." He spoke in a disapproving voice.

"We don't have a contract stating I should answer each and every call of yours within the first few rings." I snapped angrily.

There was a slight pause. "My cottage in 20."

Call end.

I irately pressed the home button. Who does he think he is? Ordering me like I am his sex slave. I will not go, not at all. I screamed in my head. But what if he is calling for tutoring? I wasn't going to call him again to ask that, I knew he would grumble and get livid. I sighed, if it is tutoring then I will stay but if anything else I'll just walk away.

Like he will call you for anything else. My brain taunted. Bloody super kinky idiot.

I walked into the living room where everyone was surprisingly quiet. I glanced at them and then narrowed my eyes.

"Stop listening to my phone conversations, in fact all conversations. It's a bad habit." I commanded.

They looked at me guiltily and nodded their heads.

"So what did he say?" Janice asked excitedly.

"I have to go. I'll catch you all later." I said not caring to tell her anything, knowing she would make a big issue of it.

She pouted but didn't pressure. I picked up my cars and saying a quick good-bye, I walked towards the door.

"Use chocolate flavor. I heard it's good." Logan called out before rushing out of the room.

I glared at his back and then at my laughing friends. "I personally prefer vanilla." I shouted back and slammed the front door behind me.

I sighed in resignation as I started my car. For whatever reason Ace has called me, it better be good. Or else I am going pop out his eyes and play marbles with them.

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Well, well, well!