A/N: Thanks so much for all of your delightful reviews! My computer kind of broke down, so my update's a little slow. So sorry!
Usagi was quivering in suspense as Mamoru was calling each of their names, handing out their test papers. She knew perfectly well that she sucked at Math. She barely passed most of her tests, but surely she wouldn't get the lowest grade? Right?
After what seemed like an eternity of dreadful anticipation, Mamoru called out her name.
"Usagi Tsukino," he called monotonously, staring at her paper with a nondescript expression on his face.
Usagi strode towards the front of the classroom, her back stiff with tension. Upon reaching his desk, Mamoru handed over her paper.
"Stay when class is dismissed," he ordered curtly, not even looking at her. His portentous order was clue enough in itself on how she had fared the test. She went back to her seat before taking a look at it. Lo and behold! A big fat F was staring back at her.
'An F!' She thought in despair, 'I can't believe I got the lowest grade in class! I'm so stupid!' Her head slumped dejectedly on her desk.
As she was wallowing in self-pity, Mamoru had dismissed the class and had found his way to her desk.
He had to call her name several times before she jerked her head up, not looking pleased at all.
"What?" she snapped angrily.
"It isn't right to talk to your teacher that way, is it?" He said mockingly.
'Why, the sneaky bastard…' She censored her murderous thoughts and counted slowly to ten.
When she had calmed herself, she gave him a quick apology and moved to dart from the room. He, however, had anticipated her movement and had grabbed her hand before she could even escape.
Both felt a kind of electric shock tingle their senses from the contact. Usagi abruptly retrieved her hand.
They then fell in uncomfortable silence, waiting for one of them to speak up.
Mamoru chose to speak first. Seriously, the tension was killing him.
"I could tutor you, if you want." He offered, his voice sounding a lot more friendlier than the usually diffident tone he used went talking to her.
Usagi's eyes unexpectedly lit up at his suggestion. She grabbed his hands and looked up at him with an adoring expression on her face.
"You would really do that?" She asked earnestly.
"Of course." He answered with a smile.
She nearly jumped up with joy, hugging him with glee.
Mamoru coughed self-consciously, snapping Usagi out of her blissful reverie. Realizing that she had practically jumped on him, she quickly released her arms from around his neck. She was blushing profusely.
"I'm sorry, sensei. I guess I just got carried away." She grinned up at him.
"That's okay."
"Thanks a lot for your help." She waved goodbye as she walked out of the door.
It was Saturday, the day of their tutorial and Usagi was all set to go, clad in a pink sleeveless top, a white pleated mini-skirt and low-heeled strappy sandals. She didn't know why, but she took extra effort to look good today. Of course, she was definitely NOT doing this for Mamoru. She really just felt like it. It was the honest to goodness truth.
Yeah right, talk about denial.
Usagi smoothed her bangs one last time before ringing the doorbell to Mamoru's apartment.
Mamoru opened the door, looking really handsome in a royal blue turtleneck and low-slung dark rinsed jeans.
He gave her an appraising look before saying rather nonchalantly, "What took you so long?"
She gave him a forced smile, "Well, if I didn't have trouble finding your apartment,
I would've gotten here earlier, wouldn't I?"
"Shame on you then, for getting lost." He opened the door wider. "Come on in."
She ignored his biting remark and entered the apartment. She couldn't help but be impressed by what she saw. Mamoru's apartment was stark white. A cream colored sofa set was found in the living room. Beautiful art pieces hung on the pristine walls and the marble floor was spotless.
"Nice apartment," she commented off-handedly, trying to sound not too impressed.
He smiled knowingly, "I know. We'll be studying in the living room. Did you bring your things?"
"Yes," she replied, holding up her notebook.
And so the study session began.
Mamoru felt every inch the tormented man as he sat next to Usagi on the sofa. She was wearing a mini skirt which showed off her fabulous legs and he tried vainly not to be distracted by it. Mind you, it was very difficult for him to sit so close to the object of his desires and remain aloof. Still, he had to prevent his emotions from breaking into the surface.
It was absolute torment.
He attempted to drag his thoughts back to the subject at hand: Math, but he was much too preoccupied with Usagi in his mind. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she tried to solve a trigonometric problem that he had given her. He noticed that she was biting her lip in intense concentration. The act in itself made her look so cute and adorably tempting…
Heaven's above! He was totally besotted with his girl, Usagi!
His girl…? When had she ever been his to begin with? She was only his student and that's all that she would ever be. If only there was a way they could be together…
He mentally shook his head, ridding it of such ridiculous notions.
It was at this exact moment that Usagi's pencil inadvertedly dropped to the floor.
Both of them bent down to retrieve it when their heads inevitably collided. Startled at the unexpected contact, they found themselves face to face with one another. They were just a little more that a hair's breadth apart that they could feel each other's breaths on their faces.
Usagi's face flushed red but she remained still.
Mamoru couldn't take it anymore, "To hell with all of it," he thought vehemently as his head plunged down to kiss her.
A cliffy! Heeeheeeheee.. I just can't resist myself. Don't forget to review!
