Chapter Four: Could she have a worse breath?

SPOV

Yes, I know. I'm brave. Most girls would give up on the tutorage and just grab Paul, say he compensates for his psycho mentality with his looks and then be satisfied with him teaching them the one phrase: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (traduction: Will you sleep with me?)

But no. I have principal and I'm in lust so I'm going after Mr. Hot-stuff and damn if I get my head bitten off by Bitch-o!

Right, I don't want my head bitten off but I doubt she'd try with all the hair product I have on to keep in from looking like a jungle, aka, Monica in FRIENDS when they go to Barbados.

So I approached him and well, all went according to assumptions. Lady Hell started uncoiling herself from his pretty good looking biceps and looking at me like I was the worst vermin she'd ever seen. I can guess that she's never looked in a mirror. Though who knows, maybe she's a vampire and cannot see her own reflection.

And that's when it happened. She opened her mouth and WOW, I almost died and stranded in hell with Paul stripping in front of me. Yeesh.

Her breath? Yeah… never expected something to smell like cadaver breath to come in near proximity with me but that… THAT, yuck!

Shivers up my spine and not the good time… definitely!

"What do you want?" Right, she made a sentence. Must reply. Must not let eyes water from stink. How does this guy do it?

"Uh, I have to talk to him."

"Well, say it then and then you can get lost!" Oh, CHARMING!

"Carolina, you should not be so harsh, let her speak…" And dreamy… so good-looking that I almost forget to answer BUT, I HAVE A BRAIN!
"Oh, um, thanks," I glare at bitch-o for good measure, "I was told that you were my new tutor for French. I'm failing so… there. Thought I'd warn you in advance." Hmm, not TOO tacky but then definitely not smart. Or genius? Ah, a question to figure the answer to out soon.

"Right, thanks. Do you know when we start and where?"

Huh, never thought of that.

"Nope." And then cadaver-breath snorted. God, how 'unbecoming!'

"Right, I guess I'll ask Father Dominic."

Aw, he's sweet he doesn't even call him Father D or Dom… sweety pie!

"Right, you can shove off now!" Looks who's back at the charge. Full of herself and bad breath isn't she?

"Yeah, I have to get away from your bad-breath." And then I was gone, like royalty, my nose in the air and a smirk on my face that I'm sad to say ressembled that of psycho-king. You know, Paul?

Yeah, Paul whom I bumped into by unfortunate destiny.