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"Um, can you not touch me please?" he said to me.
Fuck. New record- it took this hot guy less than an hour to hate me. There should be an Olympic game for this. Clearly, I would earn gold.
"I'm sorry but I have to take your phone away from you Edward, it's clearly distracting you and we need to focus. Trust me, trust me when I say to you that I hate being a bitch."
I was Edward Cullen's tutor. I was an awkward junior in high school, and he was the hot senior who was so intimidating I almost puked while talking to him. That's right, I almost puke-talked, people. He slid his phone over to me and I knocked it off the table. Typical. While I crawled under the table to get it, I thought about what went wrong. When I first strated tutoring this guy things were going great. Sure, I almost puke-talked the entire hour I helped him with Biology, but he spoke back to me, cracked a smile every once in a while, and he generally just didn't hate me. I sat up again and looked at him. His fists were clenched.
Okk… Clearly I've done something offensive, even though I don't know what. I mean, he's been touched by plenty of girls before, let's be real here, and I only brushed against his arm! There's no way I'm that gross.
We pretty much didn't speak until the hour ended, and I said "See ya next week Edward".
I think he harumffed back at me. Is that a word? Who fucking cares, all that matters is that Edward Cullen now hates me for some reason, and when I leave his house all he can manage is a harumff. Crap.
Then matters got worse. Mrs. Cullen didn't call for me the next week. Or the next.
Wow I suck I thought. And how dumb is it that I miss him? I had started wearing makeup for this guy. Not that I thought I had a chance, I just felt like I was so below his standard that I should, you know, make it bearable for him to be in the same room as me. Those phone-call- less weeks were some of the longest of my life. Pathetic, I know. But, then I got the call from Mrs. Cullen: Could I come over today?
Hell yeah I could.