The Heartless Frankenstein (XIV Series #2)

Chapter Eleven

Scandalous Library Romances I

“I’m sorry, Gwynn. You need this more than you’re needed for it.”

Okay, that hurt me more than I wanted it to. It didn’t particularly affect me and my views in my academics, but for some reason, these words cut me like a knife.

“Being in the volleyball club really scars your academic performance, and you need more merits to make up for the other subjects that don’t involve your sport. We give you an advantage by lowering your passing rates, but I’m afraid it won’t be enough to pull you for graduation.”

I got the message the first time she talked to me. She didn’t need to elaborate like that, and hurt me with trying to make me give up my life over listening to boring lectures and classes the whole day. “Intercollegiate is coming soon, Ms. Olivia. The team needs me.”

“Exactly why you should be doing this.” She pointed at the file she had over her table. “You won’t be allowed to play during Intercollegiate if you don’t fix your academic performance. That’s what the board agreed upon with the athletes.”

I sighed, looking down.

I’ve always known being in a volleyball club during college is far more complicated than when you’re doing it in high school, but this was what I wanted. I wouldn’t pursue it until college if I wasn’t actually serious about it. Mom even asked me to stop before, but she couldn’t stop me – no one can. No one can force me to be in something academic in the future when I have so much potential in the sport.

“If you tutor for a month, every Saturdays only, it will make up for your failed remarks from subjects you’re not good at. The teachers understand, that’s why they’re making this agreement for you. We know the skills you have, and how you make the school proud, so please just accept this and everything will work out fine.”

Agreement without my opinion seems unfair.

But at this point, do I even get the chance to decline and suggest a better and more convenient compromise?

“We understand the pride you bring forth our school during tournaments, that’s why we’re coming up of the best solutions for you and the rest of the athletes of the university. You’re not bad keeping up with your major subjects, but your minors are the problem – and since they’re just minor subjects—”

“I get it, Ms. Olivia.” I smacked my lips together in frustration, even if I wasn’t really that keen on the idea of tutoring. “What exactly am I teaching, Ms. Olivia?”

“Algebra.”

Algebra?

“Your teacher in Statics recommended you for this topic. She said you’re good at Mathematics. If you successfully manage to finish this task, you’ll be fine graduating with no complications, and you’d still be a part of the uni’s athletic team.”

I cringed at the sound of that. I’ve always hated being good at Math. It makes me look like a freaking nerd. Sure, I do well, and I don’t flunk my grades for that reason alone, but I still don’t like hearing people say it to my face. I don’t like that people know I’m a good volleyball player and a good mathlete too. It just doesn’t sit well with me.

“If it helps, it’s two boys and a girl.”

Boys? I turned to Ms. Olivia with glimmering eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me they needed a tutor right away, Ms. Olivia? Of course, I’ll tutor those kids! You can count on me!” I laughed out loud. Okay, I mean boys… I can’t really say no to being with a boy so.

Ms. Olivia heaved a sigh in relief. This must have been really important to her. Seeing how she’s even aware of my reputation as a playgirl and using it to her advantage – everyone’s advantage really. I must be famous even to teachers. What an honor. “You will meet the students at Yellow Café by 1 PM. I’m not sure when it starts but I will immediately give you details once I get them. Would that be fine with you?”

I guess four days wouldn’t hurt my soul. Besides, I’ll be with the graduating high school kiddos. They’re too young for me, that’s a given, but you know, people even get married even with 20 year gaps, so it’s not really that big of a deal anymore. I wouldn’t hit on them on this day and age though. That would only make me a predator or something.

“I’ll call you again when I get an update.”

“And coach Jung?”

“I already talked to him about it. He said it’s okay if you don’t attend your Saturday trainings for this, but you will still be training with them for the weekdays. He couldn’t do anything if the board decided to do it for the whole athlete teams.”

That sucks.

I stood from the chair across her table, showing my thumb up to show her my approval for the tutoring thing and athlete thing. “Update me anytime, anywhere, Ms. Olivia! Anything for the cute b— I mean, the future of our messed up generation!” I yelled inside the office, causing the other teachers to turn their heads to me.

I covered my mouth with my hands, crouching down in shame to bow politely as a sign of my remorse. “Apologies for my behavior professor. Have a good day!” I waved at Ms. Olivia one last time, and awkwardly too, which she responded to with a chuckle.

As soon as I got out of the office, my phone rang. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw two new messages from Aiden. I opened his message, wondering what he’s about to tell me this time.

Minnie Mouse

Received 3:17 PM

Where are you? You said to meet at 3. It’s already 3:30-

If you cant come, just tell me

My eyes widened. I totally forgot.

Sent 3:20 PM

Yeaaaaa cominnnn

Had some errands

Omw tho

See ya in a bit

“Oh shi—” I scratched my head, before I ran and hurriedly made my way towards the library where we were supposed to meet. I forgot I was supposed to meet him today. I was never good with remembering scheduled appointments with people. What am I, a business woman? God, I really am the worse friend.

When I reached the entrance door to the library, I took a moment to take deep breaths outside, and catch my breath, before he notices that I just completely forgot and I just ran here for the sake of my on-my-way-fake-message fiasco. As I was calming myself down, I was captivated by the music that was coming from the other room.

Being the nosy girl I am, and being the assuming one who thinks there would be a guy there, I walked closer to the door, peeping through the small glass window pane of the door, trying to get a glimpse of the person behind the lovely music.

My eyes blinked in joy when I confirmed my assumptions of seeing a boy here. I got up higher with my toes in an attempt to look further inside the room but I was too dang short. I mean, I’m not short-short, but still too short to look through the peeping glass.

He looks like a pretty boy even with his back, so I’d be devastated if a rotten cheese-looking face would turn to me. The song he was playing on the piano sounded very faint from the outside, but I wasn’t dumb enough to not hear the beautiful piece he was playing. I don’t know what it was, that I shall confess, but I knew a normal person wouldn’t be able to play this.

Should I go for this? I’ve never hit on a musician before so I’m not sure how I should approach, but I’ll take my chances on opportunities like these. I’d Segway my way out of it if it turns out to be someone who isn’t my type though.

I grabbed the knob and I was about to open the door when my phone suddenly rang. Talk about timing, man. I lazily pulled out my phone again. If this is Aiden… I swear to God.

Incoming call…

Unknown Number.