Just like that, everything went back to normal. I’m not used to this, whenever I have fights with my mother, it ends with us not talking for weeks until she seems to forget she was ever angry. But what’s the point in that? I do not want to do that with Mr. Jones, I really love him and a small and meaningless fight cannot get in our way. After that, we continued having tutoring sessions at his place – though we would spend more time making out than actually studying. This time, however, he held back and made sure I was comfortable before trying something new.
“I’m organizing a surf outing this Sunday.” Mr. Jones gaily announced. “Everyone is welcome to come, so make sure you sign up on the sheet outside my classroom.”
A smile lingered on his face, but the room fell silent. The
