Dating My Brother's Fiancee

Stacy POV Falling in love, the phrases I always find to be beautiful and sweet, especially to a teenager like me. Yes, I consider that feeling because it's mostly about adoring someone you're comfortable being around. Moreover, the sense of love may change your cool personality into clingy or childish traits. Again, the only reason is that we find comfort in a certain person who treats us more properly. That’s how I’m feeling towards my private teacher, June Bentley. Now, I’m sitting on the chair next to the woman with beautiful, wavy, long blonde hair. On her fringe, there is a slight white color highlight, making her look more eccentric than other private teachers I’ve ever met. Besides that, the sweet, alluring beauty on her face is exuded clearly by the sunlight peeking through the window. Each feature on her face always distracts my attention from the explanation she gives for my learning references. “In sum, to find the answers to indices problems. We need to remember its common rules. When the variables are divided, we subtract the indices. If they are multiplied, we have to add the indices altogether,” She explains while writing down the rules in my notebook. Then, her brown orbs stare at me as she inquires, “Is it clear enough for you, Stacy?” Her smooth and calm voice immediately gathers my consciousness. Yet, I completely space out, being unable to recall what she has told me. “Huh?” The only word I can utter is as I stare at her charming visuals. In that case, she inhales slowly and repeats, “Any details you still don’t understand? Please tell me if you feel such a thing.” Smirking mischievously, I dart an innocent glance at her and reply, “Well, all I know is the prettiest creature sitting next to me with her brilliant brain.” “TAK..” She flicks my forehead gently and complains, “How can you master this chapter if you keep joking like this, Stacy?!” I only chuckle. Then, I stare at her and reply, “You know that math is never my passion, Ms. Instead, I prefer learning architectural drawing.” June squints her eyes. It feels like she finds an oddity in my preferred subject. I know architectural drawing also deals with mathematical knowledge, but it will require just a little. It is not as much as the regular math I usually learn at school. Then, she nags for another time, “That’s also about mathematical things. How can you design houses without measurements?? Your designs may not meet the standards. It is better to practice your calculation, so that you can apply it to another field.” The more she complains, the wider my smile appears. I know I should have felt irritated by her advice or yells, especially the same thing, such as practice more or note the important details I need. However, it never makes me tired or downgrades my mood. It still causes joy in my heart. I consider it a little care she shares in order to motivate my passion for learning. “Is it funny for you? I remind you of this for your goods, Stacy.” She adds as she puts the pencil in my open notebook. “I know…” Before I can finish my sentence, her phone rings, and she immediately answers the call. “Yes, babe? I’m still in your house, teaching your little sister,” The response coming from her mouth widened my stare. The fact that June is my brother’s girlfriend crosses my mind, certainly interfering with my admiration towards her. I realize that I fall for her, but a bitter fact causes me to be discouraged instantly. She dates my big brother. Yeah, they had dated before I became a senior high school student. The day I found out about them as a couple, I felt down in the dumps. How can a girl still smile after figuring out that her crush is dating someone else? It causes the instability of my mood for a few weeks. Following that, I cannot put on a cheerful smile in front of her, letting her know that I’m unhappy, but she is not able to determine my true reason. In consequence, she brings different types of snacks whenever the lesson time comes. It then leads to a few assumptions from my mom and my brother, Samuel Barfield. However, among their several predictions, they believe that those snacks given to me are gifts to boost my passion for chasing good grades at school. While for me, she intends to entertain me, so that I would not be sulky about her decision to love my brother. It may sound delusional for some people to think like that, but it seems that she might understand my feelings for her, although I never confess. “Okay, noted. Maybe you need to drop me off first at the apartment, so I can change my attire. It is improper if we go eating out in my casual style, just like now.” Another response makes me aware of memories. I then stare at her slim back from afar. Through those words, it is clear that my brother invites her to hang out. It resents me since the wild imagination of my brother being flirty with June appears in my mind. Yes, it is caused by my possessiveness of June since I am really into her. However, still, I have to manage my emotions whenever I see them around. I cannot show my true feelings or let it slip, and June figures out my feelings for her. It may cause a distant interaction once she realizes it, and I cannot do anything if it happens. After the call is ended, she stares at me and orders, “All right. You can do the next two numbers before we finish the lesson. Don’t forget to write the steps and underline the final answers.” “All right, Miss,” I reply shortly, and let my pencil dance on the paper while my eyes scan each of the problems carefully. End of POV TO BE CONTINUED..