"Cynthia Cassidy Clementine, can you please get out of your room and try to talk to people who are actually living with you in this house?" My mom was knocking on my bedroom door, knuckles hard against the mahogany material, while I was talking to my crush on the phone.

"I'm busy!" I said as I cover the mouth piece of my phone to somehow muffle my voice but even with my reply, she did not stop.

"If you don't open this door at once we will be forced to remove it completely." Mom threatened. I got so annoyed. I promised to call my crush back before ending the call.

Then, I stomped my way towards the door and faced my mother who was waiting outside my room, her arms crossed and her lips in a terrible frown. Still, that didn't stop me from speaking my mind, "I have rights to privacy, Mom."

"As long as you're in this house and those grades are not going up, you're not going to talk about privacy." She told me, eyes glaring. I can tell she's barely managing to keep her head cool. "I got you a tutor. Come downstairs and meet him."

I rolled my eyes once she turned her back to me. Dragging my feet behind me, I stepped out of my room and followed her downstairs, to the living room where I saw him.

"Do you remember Min Yoongi?" My mom had said, introducing me to the awkward boy.

"Min who?" I said still mad at her because I was so close to getting asked out by this guy I had my eyes on since last week when she interrupted us. Mom gave me a look and I pulled up a fake, crusty smile, "Oh yeah. I remember. We go to the same church. Pastor's son, right?"

"Yeah, that's me." He said timidly, barely able to make eye contact with me.

Apparently, he's the pastor's son and our families are close church friends. Min Yoongi is nice and obedient, while I, on the other hand, am more of a free spirited young adult. He prayed at night while I  sneak out to go to my friends' parties. He reads his textbooks diligently while I hide magazines and reads them under my desk. The day I met him, I already knew he's not my type but something happened in between. Now I'm in a relationship with the Pastor's son and it's unusually fun.

Min Yoongi asked me out on the start of our fourth year of high school. At first I was reluctant to date him because he's the Pastor's son. Being that I'm an outgoing person, I thought he'd be too boring for me but he's smart and a little cute sometimes so I figured it wouldn't hurt to give him a chance. The news of me dating Yoongi lingered in the school's grapevine longer than any of the rumors before. Well, I don't hate it. I love having the school's attention on me.

I got to know Yoongi as I spent more time with him. Although most of the time he was tutoring me, I enjoyed my time with him. He makes learning easier than any of my teachers. And soon after, I found his presence necessary day by day. I would miss him when he's busy with church or when he has to go to a youth camp of some sort until finally, I admitted to myself that I really like the Pastor's son.

I liked the way he treated me. I liked how his eyes would watch me and how his face would become red when I smile at him after I catch him looking at me. He was the first guy who told me my eyes were pretty and he would notice the subtle changes I did with my hair or my nails. Other guys wouldn't even notice that I wore a nice dress on a date because they'd be too busy staring at my rack or my ass or just plain preoccupied with the thought of fucking the shit out of me.

Yoongi knew the reputation I have at school and it made me admire his bravery for confessing. Well, I'm not exactly a bitch or a bimbo but I'm ranked as one of the most liked, maybe around top five. He was known to be reserved and kind so when we started dating, I also picked up a habit of teasing him in a mildly sexual way. I wanted to see how much he can hold out until he breaks his oath of celibacy and also because his reactions are adorable as hell.

Honestly speaking, I don't know which part of him struck me the most for me to like him a lot. Maybe it's his innocent charm or his sincerity towards me or maybe it's because I wanted to prove that he's not that innocent. I wanted to be the one to bring out his deepest, darkes, most sordid thoughts.

"I'm in my room! Come here." I told Yoongi when I heard his voice downstairs.

My parents are out and I was left alone. Yoongi still tutors me since he insisted to do it for free and that's why my parents love him. They wish they had a son like him and not a daughter like me. Well, I'm not that bad. I used to be a troublesome child in academics but now that I'm a college student. I'm a little matured and I care about my grades now because I have a goal and that's to graduate and marry Yoongi. Actually, I don't really need to do anything because even if I don't graduate, I'll still marry him but let's just say that I want to be wife he'll be proud of.

"Your parents aren't ho-" Yoongi came through my door but stopped and turned his back to me when he saw me bending over in my underwear, in the process of changing. "Sorry. I should've knocked."

I smiled as I changed into a dress then I hugged his back, "It's okay. Maybe you should see me naked.. that way you'll get used to it."

"Cassie," Yoongi was about to say something but I stopped him, snaking my arms around his neck and kissing him after a whole week of longing for him.

"I missed you. Why do you have to go to a school that's so far away?" I flashed him a frown.

"Because I have to." He said back. "We still see each other every week."

I kissed him again, hugging him tighter, only pulling away to speak against his lips, "But I don't get to kiss you like this."

I smiled when I thought I heard him moan as I kiss the side of his face, going lower along his jawline. Every time we see each other, all I want to do is kiss him. He makes me go crazy so much. If only he's not into his oath so much, we would be having sex right now. Unfortunately, he's too loyal to his faith. I did everything in the book but he's not giving in. An average man would not even think twice with such an offer but my boyfriend beg to differ.

"Cassie, we're at your house. What will your parents say?" Yoongi pulled away.

"Nothing because they're not here." I smirked at him and then pushed him on my bed, crawling over him. "I need you, baby."

"Cassie, stop." Yoongi sat up and put me aside. "We're not doing it. Stop making me do this. I'm okay with anything but I'm not doing anything beyond kissing."

"Yoongi, sex is a natural thing. How do you think your parents made you?" I was annoyed that my plan failed again. We always fight and it's always for the same reason. "Obviously, a white stork did not deliver a baby to their doorstep."

"We should get going if you still want to go to the theatre." Yoongi had ignored me once again. It's so easy for him.

The drive to the movie theatre was silent and it became even uncomfortable when we were inside the theatre. There weren't a lot of people at the time, maybe a few couples and that's it. There were no kids because the movie was rated 21. We sat in the middle, only the two of us occupied the whole row. There was a couple in the front section and another one in the upper part. We were seated near the upper part so we can hear whatever it is they are doing despite the movie playing.

At first I heard a squeak, I looked at Yoongi but he didn't seem to hear so I thought it was just me. Then the second time, I was more sure that I heard it, a moan from a woman. The couple behind us are fucking each other in a movie theatre. I couldn't help but hear them, their breathy moans and how the chair squeaks a little. It's very distracting to me yet it excites me. I was holding Yoongi's hand because he insisted even when he knew I was mad at him. That's what he does. After awhile, I feel the familiar pooling of heat in my panties. I closed my legs together, squeezing them tight while I rub them together to somehow relieve myself.

He noticed me being uncomfortable so he leaned down and whispered. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head no but I was getting so turned on by the sounds they were making. I wish it was me and Yoongi doing that. I wish those lewd wet sounds were coming from my warmth while Yoongi thrust his hips up from under me. I shifted in my seat to find my underwear becoming damp. Unconsciously, I was squeezing on Yoongi's hand so he kept on glancing at me until he heard it himself. He pulled me out of my seat and we went home early.

My parents are still not home so it was still the two of us at home. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you?"

I was a bit awkward with him since it was my first time experiencing that. I was turned on by another couple having sex and the worst part is, Yoongi knew. "Cassie?"

I almost jumped out of my skin when he called my name. I whipped around and saw him walking towards me, "What?"

"Did you.. like that?" He asked, looking into my eyes. He's never been this serious while asking me a question that pertains to sexual intercourse. "You can tell me."

I tried to hide my face, turning my back to him, "Yes but you don't."

His arms went around me and I was pulled into his chest, "I don't hate it. I think about you sometimes.. It doesn't excite me, what they were doing back at the theatre, but you do. You make me sigh and then I end up praying a lot."

"Why are you being so honest? It's not like you." I said, my face heating up.

Yoongi placed his lips on mine, kissing me until I was breathless and it was wonderful. He pulled away to smile at me, "I also need to pray for that. You make me pray so much."