LOGINStacy POV
As the sky turns darker, I get out from bathroom and dry my wet long wavy hair with towel. With relaxed mind, I walk and sit at the corner of the bed. Subsequently, my fingers turn on the hairdryer, and let its heat immediately caresses my thick black hair. At this point, my mind begins to perch on what June is doing with my brother. Yet, I cast it away because it will make me feel delusional about my feelings to June.
If somebody asks about who I will fall, I surely admit that I fall for my own private teacher. I cannot deny if I fall for a woman who is actually much older than me. Although it is seven-year-age gap for us, I don’t really mind about it. What I matter the most is her overwhelming care to me even though her yells can irritate me somehow. I know that it is her duties to give me lessons for the subjects that I’m not mostly good at, yet her caring and passionate attitude have a special place in my heart.
After my hair has dried enough, I decide to check on my schedule for the next day. Then, I notice that I have a summary homework given by Mr. Loubuskin, the History subject teacher. With the textbook and a pen in my right hand, I begin to open the certain page I’m supposed to read and comprehend its contents. A few minutes onwards, I loose myself in pouring the ideas on a piece of paper based on the existing resources written on the book. Then, suddenly, I feel the dryness rub my throat, so I get out from my room to grab a drink. As my feet caressing the stairs carefully, the noise of the familiar voices stop my steps.
“S-sam, don’t..do..it, p-please.”
“You’re drunk, honey, but still look beautiful. How can I resist your beauty, hm?”
“But not now, Sam.”
Those noise catches my attention suddenly. My intention to get a cup of water changes to find out what the couple are trying to do. Gently, I peek behind the cupboard, witnessing Sam, my brother kisses his girlfriend passionately as they sit on the sofa. As their kisses grow deeper, my brother begins to unbutton June’s blouse. The intense lust of his kisses really makes me dumbfounded because I barely sense it whenever he interacts with June.
At that moment, I also notice that June doesn’t feel comfortable through the kisses. Maybe, she is not yet ready, or there is another reason for not doing the sexual thing. With the bravery in myself I have gathered, I inhale deeply, walk towards them, and interrupt, “Ehm, excuse me, Sam??”
The intimate foreplays are then stopped. With the resentfulness fulfill his orbs, Sam stares at me and protests, “Can’t you please stop ruining my important moment?? I’ve been waiting for long time for this intimate thing!”
I lock my eyes at him and say, “Don’t you forget that mom and dad are sleeping?? They can be awaken because of your noises. It will be nastier if they find you make out in the living room!”
After the reminder comes out from my mouth, the man with black undercut hairstyle sighs. As his orbs diverts from mine, I realize that June looks at me with her relieved expression. Her beautiful orbs show a gratitude to me for interrupting the intense activity. Then, I break the silence, “Instead of making out with a drunk woman, why don’t you prepare a guest room and let her stay for a night??”
“Dammit! You really ruin my mood tonight!” Sam snaps as he storms off, leaving June and me alone.
Streaking my nape, I approach her and offer, “You can sleep on my bed tonight. Don’t worry. I can sleep on the couch tonight.”
Her orbs channeling confusion and panic at the same time, but she still manages to look calm by saying, “Well, I guess it is better for me to get home by a taxi. It’s quite late.”
I clear my throat and convince her by throwing a comment, “Are you sure about it, Miss? I’m afraid that there will be strangers or thugs around the streets, looking for random women to please their lustful needs.”
Her beautiful innocent orbs divert from mine. Along with the contemplated expression, I can sense that she has run out of ideas on how to get home safely. Therefore, I gently grab her right hand and persuade, “Just follow me. Staying here for a night will not bother my sleep on the couch.”
In a few minutes forward, June and I arrive at my bedroom. Immediately, I tidy up my books on the desk. After that, I open the blanket and fix the pillows and invite June, “Here is the bed, Miss. I hope that you don’t really mind for the modest condition of my bed.”
June enters, approaches the bed, and says carefully, “Thank you for your assistance, Stacy.”
“You’re welcome, Miss. Have a nice sleep and good night,” I utter and smile. At the same moment, I also carry a small pillow and another blanket I take from the cupboard, on my left side.
Once, when I’m about to step out from my room, I feel that her hand touches my arm from the back as she says, “Wait, Stacy.”
“Yes, Miss? Any other things do you need?” I turn my head and asks.
“Just call me by name if we are not on the lesson. I’m okay with that,” She answers and streaks a warmhearted smile that always succeed in melting my heart.
“Okay, June.” I obey her request without any other protests. I know it may sound impolite to call her by name directly, but I don’t want to quarrel for a simple thing. Plus, it is June, herself, asking me to call her name without any title in front since we are not on a private lesson.
Once, I reached the couches at the first floor, I lie down and wrap myself in a blanket. It is a bit uncomfortable to rest my body here, but I adapt easily with it, and it is for June Bentley, my crush. Even if she stays longer here, I don’t really mind when I must sleep on the couch and let her have my room for another few days.
TO BE CONTINUED..
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