First Tutor Sessions

"Tutor him?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I sing innocently.

"You're going to tutor Asher Dunhill, your tormenter and bully of like almost a decade?" Ling asks again, her jaw not doing anything to regain its composure.

"Why is that so shocking?" I laugh and shoved her slightly. I know exactly why it is as shocking as she makes it out to be. Asher can't even hold a conversation with me for more than two minutes, tutoring him seems absurd.

"I mean, you seem fine on the idea of spending your time with Asher twice a week." Lohan butts in. "Even after all those horrible things he said and did to you over the years."

"Well I mostly agreed because his mom asked me." Ling's lips form and 'O' shape. She knows how fond I am of Mrs Dunhill. "And I don't want to disappoint her."

"I see." Ling drawls out. "Still a shame that you have to tolerate him for four hours a week."

I agreed to tutor him two hours every Wednesday and Thursday, from four pm until six pm. Just until his marks go up. It seemed like a trivial task, but I had no idea if he would even listen to me in our tutor session. I didn't know the pace of his learning or if I could really explain something to him properly.

"It's no biggie." I shrug. We are sat in a cafè nearby to my house, which was a ten minute walking distance. It was after school and I had about forty minutes to spare before I would meet Asher at my house. I had mixed emotions about seeing him, since I didn't see him since he dropped me off on Monday afternoon after he basically left hickeys all over my neck. It's Wednesday today and I was relieved to get a breather from him. He has been consuming my thoughts way too often to be normal. I'd raided my mom's makeup chest to find something to cover up my neck. I was ashamed of them, because while Asher uses girls on a weekly basis I felt dirty to be one of them. I wanted him to kiss me because he felt the same way, not because he was feeling horny.

"So how was your guys week so far?" I ask, sipping the last bit of my ice coffee. I look at the empty cup and frown.

"The usual, we don't all have a sexy neighbour to give us a hard time and keep us company." Ling shrugs causing Lohan to look away awkwardly. I laugh at his expression.

"Trust me, I would rather Asher not be my neighbour." I say with a sigh.

"Is it just me, or is Becca trying to join our group?" Ling ask with a raised brow. She places her loosely clenched fist underneath her chin and rest her elbow on the table.

"She's just being friendly. I actually like her." Lohan says, and I nod in agreement.

"But she can't just suddenly want to be our friend in senior year. What about all the other years of highschool when she ignored us just like the rest of those opinionated populars."

"You overthink way too much." I chuckle. "Oh, shoot." I say, glancing at my wrist watch to that it's almost four pm. "I have to meet Asher at four. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

I stand up and grab my bag off the floor before giving them both a loose hug.

"You don't want me to drop you off?" Lohan offers.

"No thanks, the walk isn't too long. Love you guys." I say, rushing towards the entrance. They both laugh and send me 'I love you's back.

I sling my back pack over my shoulders and begin my walk towards my house. It takes ten minutes as I predicted and when I get there I'm slightly out of breath. It's ten minutes past four and I feel guilty, thinking that I must have made Asher wait. I walk into my home to hear the sizzling of pans. My mom must have gotten home early today.

I enter the kitchen to see her throwing chopped onions in a pan.

"Hey, mom." I greet, excited to see her.

"Hey, sweety." She says with a smile. I drop my bag and give her a hug in which she gladly returns.

"Did Asher happen to come by?" I ask, trying to keep my tone balanced.

"No he hasn't. Why?"

"I have to tutor him remember?"

"Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. I swear I saw his car pull into the Dunhill's garage. He must be home."

I nod at the given formation but a frown forms on my face.

"Should I go and check?" I ask.

"I'm sure Mary wouldn't mind." She smiles.

"Okay!" I chirp. I grab a small banana and peel it before basically shoving the entire thing down my throat. I felt nervous and jittery, but also excited to see Asher. "I will take my books to his house instead."

"No problem, honey. Just be sure to be back before dinner."

I greet her goodbye and pick my bag back up, not bothering to walk up to my room and change out of my school clothes. I'm already late as it is and Asher must be waiting. I shut the front door and skip towards the Dunhill's house. I consider ringing the bell but don't, knowing that no one is going to open since Asher is the only one home. I instead push the already unlocked door open. The house is silent, besides for the slight noises I hear coming from a distance. I frown but shrug it off, and instead nervously make my way to Asher's bedroom. I already know where it is, since we used to play as kids when he didn't despise me. As I near, the sounds get louder and it sounds distinctly like groans. I grow increasing nervous, thinking that Asher might be hurt.

"Ash?" I call out softly. When he don't reply I slowly open the door to his room, and push it open. My eyes is greeted with the most vile sight I have ever seen in my seventeen years on this planet. Asher is hovering above what looks to be Katherine and thrusting his male organ right into her. I gasp and jump back in fright, causing the both of them to look towards me and my bag to drop to the floor. Asher's eyes widen when he sees me and I swear, in the horrible moment I see Katherine smirk.

I don't ponder too long and fly out by the door, shutting it closed. I rest against the wall opposite the door and place a hand on my quicky beating heart, my breathing ragged and my body frozen in place. I just saw Asher huge manhood, and Katherine's fake boobs. I thought he told her to get lost, but I guess when you're two attractive and young sexually active people you are bound to find your way back to eachother.

My heart is still beating fast, but I will my stiff body to move away from the door. I hear shuffling around and suddenly I remember that I dropped my back pack with all my books and stationary in. I really want it back, but I would rather walk into a volcano than ever witnessed that again. Somehow seeing Asher with her like doesn't hurt me too much since I know that he is just using her, and from what Charlie has told me she is just using him too.

When I find the will to finally run away, I hear the door open and see Katherine emerging, with her school uniform messily thrown on her hair an utter mess. She walks pass me with her black heels in one hand and her blazer in the other, and sends me a snear. I back away from her and into the wall. Had she no shame? The red car that I barely noticed outside only now made me realise that it must have been hers, and the groans I was hearing wasn't ones of pain but rather pleasure.

I shudder, thinking how I could have avoided seeing that if I wasn't so naive and stupid. Asher completely forgot about our tutor sessions while I couldn't stop thinking about it all day today and yesterday.

I hastily walk behind her to get out of the house when I feel a hand grip my wrist. I look at Asher's hand on my skin in horror.

"Ew, get it off!" I whine, trying to pull away from him.

He raises his brows.

"You are so disgusting. I can't even fathom how you could have sex with her right after school. Don't you have homework or something?" I ask stupidly.

His husky chuckle send shivers down my spine.

"No, baby, I don't."

"Bleghhhh, don't call me that." I say which only cases him to laugh some more. I couldn't help the shivers that ran down my spine by his silly pet name. Where was the Asher I know that hates me? Did sex calm him down and give him a new perspective, because if this was Asher of only two days ago he would have insulted me by now. He would call me ugly and say that my freckles make me hideous before kicking me out of his house.

I hear the sound of Katherine's car leave and sigh. "Forget our tutor sessions. I just need my bag and I'll be on my way."

"Shit, fuck, that's why you're here? I completely forgot about those." He says in surprise.

I only notice now how he's shirtless, and only wearing a pair of black sweat pants. I fight hard to look away from his defined six pack and strong arms, his strong collar bone and shoulders and the v-line that leads to something very promising.

I did not just think that.

"Of course you did. You don't take school seriously."

"Just give me ten minutes and I'll be ready. Only ten." He says.

I sigh deeply. "I want to help you but you aren't making it easy."

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot." He says which shocks me to the core. What the hell happened to the old Asher? He has apologized at least thrice to me in the last forty eight hours. More than he ever has his entire life and mine.

"Fine, ten minutes." I agree reluctantly. I mostly just don't want Mrs Dunhill to ask him how the sessions went, when it didn't happen at all.

"Good. I'm gonna take a shower. You can wait so long in my room." He offers, pushing his bed room door open wider. I look towards the bed first and see the tumbled up sheets and a look of disgust shows on my features. I am not sitting anywhere close to his bed. He has probably had enough sex in there to last a life time.

I pick my bag up from the floor and go sit on the computer chair near his desk. I watch as he pulls the dirty sheets off the bed and toss it in the washing hamper, before he pulls a towel out of the cupboard and disappears into the bathroom. My eyes start to scan his room when the bathroom door closes. It is fairly clean, with the only thing out of place is the probably untouched notebooks on his desk, and the Xbox controller lying on the floor. The atmosphere isn't as dark and evil as my mind envisioned it, but rather calming. The walls are a darkish blue colour and everything else polished wood. It is surprisingly comforting to be here, even though I'd just witness him having sex just a few feat away a few minutes ago. Something about his familiar scent calms me down, and it scares me how calm it makes me feel.

He was supposed to make me feel uncomfortable and unrested, since he treated me like dirt and I was supposed to hate him. But I don't hate him, not even a bit.

I hear the running of the shower come to an end after five minutes, and I wait silently for him to come back. When he does, he is absolutely naked with only a small towel around his waist and my eyes go wide.

"You couldn't have dressed in the bathroom?" I squeak out.

"It's a force of habit not to." He shrugs.

I stay silent and let my eyes roam his tall and perfect figure. He is so hot I want to touch him all over, but the dirty thoughts make me disgusted with myself. His chest is glistening with water droplets and so is his hair. I watch as he opens one of his many long cupboards before he pulls out a T-shirt and what looks to be sweatpants. He pulls on a pain of boxer underneath his towel, before dropping the towel completely.

I was supposed to look away, but I'm too frozen in place to and my eyes are greedily taking in every inch of his muscular and tall figure.

"Are you enjoying the show, Rosie?"

His voice startles me, causing me to drop my open bag once again on the floor, but this time it's contents spill out. He turns around with the towel in his hand and drys his hair with it, before his arms and chest. I blink rapidly and look away. I fall on my knees to pick up my books. My hasty and shaky movements elict a sexy chuckle from him. What on earth is happening? I should abort the mission and go home right now before I do something stupid like kiss him again, and he throws me out of his house.

When my books are securely in my bag once again and I stand back up, I knock right into his now sweater covered chest.

"Woah," I chuckled nervously. "You sure do dress fast."

"I asked you a question and you didn't answer me." He reminds me, crossing his lovely arms over his chest.

"What question?" I ask dumbfounded.

"I ask if you liked what you saw."

"Nope. I wasn't even looking." I deny quickly.

"Oh yeah? Well, your breathing has picked up and you are blushing like mad. Your cheeks are so red right now." He says with a small smile, before reaching out to poke one of my cheeks. I push his hand away even though I wanted him to touch me. He smells like fresh soap and men's cologne, I want to inhale him.

"You liked what your saw with Katherine and I didn't you? It made you hot and sensitive done there, didn't it?" He asks darkly.

"No," I squeak out. "I'm not as disgusting as you are."

"You just wish that it was you I was buried deep inside, right? And not Katherine."

I gasp and attempt to shove him away from me. "You are so gross. Eww." I cringe. His hands grip my wrists and he tugs me towards him. I halt flushed against my bag which is tightly pressed to him. I'm so glad there was some sort of barrier between us.

"Can we just get on with maths problems please?" I huff. "It sounds more appealing than our conversation."

He chuckles and let's go of my wrist, before turning around and heading towards his bed. He retrieves a new pair of sheets and throw them over his bed, before neatly tucking the sides in and rearranging the pillows.

"I'd still consider the floor more hygienic, so can we please sit on the floor?" I ask.

"Sex isn't as dirty as you think." He rolls his eyes. "Besides, I don't usually do it in my bed."

"Where then?" I can't help but ask.

"On the couch or the kitchen counter."

I choke on my spit. "Eww! Your mom bakes their and I ate of her cupcakes." I whine.

He smirks. "Will teach you not to be greedy."

"Please tell me you're joking." I say.

"I wouldn't fuck all over the place when I have a baby sister who basically still lick every surface of the house when she feels like it." He scoffs. "How lowly do you think of me?"

"Okay, great." I smile.

"Whatever. Have a seat if you will." He shrugs and slump down onto his bed, grabbing the TV remote. I frown and walk towards where he's laying and cautiously sit down on the bed. It smells fresh from where I am sitting, and a bit like Asher so I relax and kick my shoes off before sitting cross legged.

"Leave the TV now," I say. "It's already half past four. We should really get going. Your maths mark isn't gonna magically go up by itself."

"Fine." He groans and sit up. I pull out my books and place them in front of me in order. I open up my maths textbooks to where I left it with all the sticky notes that is prepared for when I would tutor Asher.

Moments pass when I get all the right pages set up. I look up to see Asher staring at me intensely.

I grow self conscious under his stare. I touch my face too feel if there's maybe anything there, but there's nothing.

"What?" I ask. He looks directly into my eyes for a few more seconds before he sits up and leans over to the side and pulls open a draw. He shuffles through it before pulling out a white T-shirt.

"Here." I feel the soft material of the shirt on my face after he flung it at me. I pull it off my face and send him a confused look.

"Wear it. I want you to be comfortable while helping me and that school shirt you're wearing isn't doing the job." He shrugs.

"It's okay." I decline nicely.

"Just put on the damn shirt, Rosalie."

He says my full name and I fear that he might go back to his old and rude self, so before I know what I'm doing I begin loosening my school tie. When it's off my neck I neatly place it besides me on the bed. I then begin to unbutton my school shirt. I can feel Asher's eyes burning into me but I ignore him and pull the shirt off, leaving me in my white camisole. I flush heatedly under his gaze. He's probably judging me now, at my lack of chest and pale skin. I quicky bring his white v-neck over my head and when the softness and smell engulfs me I immediately relax. It's too big for me as my the shirt sleeves end above my elbow, but I don't mind because it's comfortable.

"Thank you." I say shyly.

"You look good." He says casually, causing my already deeply beating heart to go into overdrive.

I smile and tuck my hair behind my ear as a nervous gesture. I clear my throat awkwardly.

"Shall we start?"

***

I don't know about you but Asher is growing onto me *shrugs shoulders*