Episode one
1120 Words
First Interaction
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Turning up the lights you sat on the couch flipping the pages of the book. Staying all alone in this big house is pretty much boring and when you have nothing good to watch on the TV and your internet slows down, life becomes miserable, you have only one thing, and I that is your textbook.
Textbooks have always been your best friend since primary school. They have never failed you at any point of time. And maybe that is why you have always been the best student, the class topper. Your grades are the perfect example of perfect, but still you don't get why your mother had to appoint a tutor for you because as long as you remember, you have never failed to satisfy your parents in any case, not even once.
But maybe you are thinking too hard about it, maybe that tutor thing is not that serious as you are thinking, maybe having a tutor wouldn't be that bad, maybe a tutor might help you to get better, maybe you are just too confused.
You bit the edge of your pen with your eyebrows knitted together as you recollected the name of your new tutor.
Jeon Jungkook
You still remember what your mother told you about him before hanging the call.
Handsome and only two years older than you.
If he is just two years older than you then he is still a student and not an experienced teacher. Then how will an unexperienced newbie can help you to get better. Maybe he is an outstanding student with outstanding marks.
These thoughts hovered in your mind when the door bell rang and your heart nearly stopped beating with the imagines of your new tutor. You closed the book and keeping it aside you hopped towards the main door.
Before opening the door you stood in front of it for sometime holding the door knob in your hand. Your heart was racing and you took deep breaths to gain the courage to face your new handsome tutor.
But little did you imagine that opening the door will only give you disappointment and nothing else.
Your face dropped after you saw the bouquet of sample flowers lying on your doormat. You picked the bouquet up and sighed as you took it inside closing the door from behind.
You never had a tutor before, and that made you too eager to meet him. Throughout the afternoon you kept thinking about him, and you don't know how much time you have spent rehearsing your first interaction with him because you become terribly clumsy when it comes to interact with boys and you didn't want to spoil your first impression.
But all in vain. All your eagerness and encouragement dropped after seeing the lone sample bouquet outside your door. It was the first time that flowers made you so much dissapointed.
Keeping the bouquet back on the table you stared at it.
"Why it has to be me always? " you mumbled while pursing your lips.
At first you were mad at your mother for giving a stranger your apartment's address, and now you are dying to meet that stranger.
Human emotions are really hard to understand.
You walked back to your room stretching out your arms. You can't understand why but you didn't feel like studying for the first time ever. Maybe it's the side effect of shifting to a new place.
You are the only daughter to your parents with no siblings, and obviously that made you the apple of their eyes.
As the only child you were always pampered by your overprotective parents who barely allowed you to discover the world outside by your own. Infact this is the first time that you are staying alone away from your home, and that made things a bit awkward for you as you have absolutely no idea of what it takes to be self sufficient.
But now you want to learn, you want to be independent, you want to have a life like those popular girls in your high school, you want to enjoy, you want to make new friends. And you can do everything that your heart desires because you don't have your parents to stop you.
But little did you know that you are too innocent, too sensitive, too fragile, too naive for the world.
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It's nearly ten o'clock and you have just finished off your dinner. You picked up your plate and kept it on the sink to get washed. After finishing off with the washing and all other things, you decided to go through your text books before going to bed. You are one of those nerds who barely have any social life.
Picking up a random text book from the pile of books that you had scattered on your study table you sat on your favorite place, that is the couch.
You could have simply turned on the television to watch random comedy shows or k dramas but you chose to study because you will be joining your university from the next week and you wanted to impress the professors there with your profound knowledge on the very first day.
But once again the door bell rang to distract you from concentrating on your book. It was the second time for the day.
Maybe another stupid bouquet of sample flowers....
You walked over the main door leaving your book on the couch. You were utterly irritated for the disturbance but suddenly a thought stuck your mind when your eyes rolled over the wall clock which showed the time 10:30.
Who will come to drop samples at such an hour? Is it really sample or something else....
You were too nervous. It is the first time that you are staying alone and you felt insecured.
Grabbing the door knob with your hand you gulped your mouthful of saliva as you hesitated to open the door at first.
It was when that the door bell rang again. Your predictions were becoming true and by now you are certain that it was not a sales person dropping samples at people's doorstep.
By gathering immense amount of courage you shut your eyes and flung open the door and slowly opened your eyes to see the person ringing your door bell.
It was a boy not more than two years older than you. He was tall and had a muscular body frame. His dark brown hair was nicely tossed over his forehead. His eyebrows arched over his doe shaped orbs and he was wearing a plain white shirt nicely tucked in his pair of jeans. And a playful smirk dueled on his face.
"Hi Babe! I am your new tutor. "
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To be continued.......
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