Mom and stepdad were in the sitting room, talking to Mr Adam. I remained in my room, staring out the window, wishing I was a fly on the wall so I could over hear their discussion.
After a while, I got sick of the tension and suspense. Moving out of my bed, I sneaked out of my bedroom and stood on the corridor, staring down the stairs.
I saw Mr Adam. He sat forward with a confidence that made her can't help but admire him more. He was talking to mom. Mom was nodding to everything he said, apparently distracted by his looks. Stepdad could only frown and puff like a steaming kettle.
" How old are you, Mr Edward?" he interrupted him.
Mr Adam turned to him. " I'm twenty–three years of age."
" Aren't you a little too young to be teaching a girl like Katelyn? And besides how sure are we you are well qualified for this job," stepdad folded his arms, not attempting to soften the tone he was using on my teacher.
Mr Adam gave him his Charming smile. " I am a graduate of Harvard University. I studied maths and I also did my teacher's degree...."
" Doesn't matter how qualified he is," mom interrupted him, speaking to stepdad. " If Katelyn wants him to be his teacher then Katelyn wants him."
Stepdad grew red in the face and I thought he was going to explode. " Why can't we just get a female teacher? Must her private tutor be a male? I can make arrangements for female tutors who are ten times more qualified than him."
My hands balled into fists and it was with an effort I checked myself on time to restrain myself from jumping on his fat face.
Mom simply shooked her head. " I had a long conversation with Katelyn. She says he's the best the school ever had. She maintains If it wasn't him then it's nobody else. I've seen her class work these two days and there have been a slight improvement. I think he's the one for this job."
I smiled. I knew mom would get me anything I want no matter the price. And Mr Adam was all I wanted, nothing more.
Stepdad grinded his teeth bitterly. He glared at Mr Adam and got up. " I'll be in my room."
" Alright, dear. I'll be with you soon," mom said and turned to face Mr Adam back.
Seeing my stepdad marching up the stairs, I moved quickly to my room and shut the door. Sitting before my table mirror, I pretended to be applying my make-up.
The door opened and stepdad stepped in. He had this scowling mask on his face. He looked more older and uglier when he's angry. I was shocked at the new look.
" What is that man doing here?"
I picked up my lipgloss and rubbed it over my lips. " He's my new private tutor, any problem with that?"
Stepdad growled like a raging dog. " He's handsome."
" Is he?" I shrugged. " I didn't know."
" Why did you bring him to my house?" He asked moving towards me. " I don't like him staying in my house."
" He's not going to stay in your house," I ignored him, puckering my lips. " He is going to be teaching me maths. That's all he's going to be doing. But if you don't like it, I can always have the lesson at his own house...."
" Not happening," he raised his voice at me. " I'd rather you don't take the lesson at all."
I turned slowly and jeered at him. " Jealous? I could tell a mile off that you're envious of sexy Mr Adam."
He slapped me hard in the cheek. I lost my balance and landed on the ground.
" Stupid girl," he bawled at me. " How dare you speak to me that way? I'm I your age mate?"
" You are the one who is stupid?" I talked back at him and I was surprised to see tears dropping off my eyes. " Having an affair with your stepdaughter behind your wife's back. Getting jealous because I brought a handsome teacher home. Isn't that shameful of you?"
" Whatever you are planing, young lady, it would never work," he towered over me, pointing his finger at me. " You are mine and mine alone. I would'nt share you with Another. If I can't have you, then he wouldn't."
I chuckled bitterly and shooked my head in pity. " How does it feel like to know you are going to hell?"
He made a nasty evil grin. " If I'm going to hell, I'm taking you with me, my love."
I glared at him. Hating him as I've never hated anyone before. If I had a gun in my hand now, I'd have shot him a hundred times without stopping.
Moving away from me, he headed for the door. He stopped halfway and spoke with his back against me. " I'll be watching the two of you. If in anyway, I discovered something fishy between the both of you, I'll...."
" You'll do what?" I nearly yelled at him. " Kill me?"
He made a disgusting smirk. " Not necessarily. It'd give me much pleasure to kill Adam instead."
I felt a chill crawl up my spine. It was as if I'd just walked into a wall. This was a part I didn't consider. I suddenly realized I made a mistake and a grave one at that.
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Violet's POV:
" Please, Violet. Just give me a chance," Matt kept following me up and down. I couldn't stand it anymore and I decided to give him a piece of my mind.
" I said I'm not interested. Do I have to yell that to your deaf ears?" I barked at him.
" But I love you, Violet?" He brought out a bouquet of flowers behind him. " I've been crushing on you since JSS.1 I just can't help myself. I promise to treat you well like I queen, If you accept me, I'll..."
" Matt," I spoke folding my arms. " I don't love you. I hate boys and I hate dates. The flowers are nice but my mother grows flowers anyways. I don't want a boyfriend okay?"
Matt was this annoying psycho from my neighborhood in the next street opposite mine. We've been classmates since Junior class. Since we got promoted to senior class 3, he'd become an uncontrollable love freak like someone who's Cupid arrows had suddenly pierced his flesh.
Matt was a dummy. He wasn't cool, his dressings are unfashionable and he only cares about two things, video games and Animes. I still don't understand why a guy his age would be soo obsessed with cartoons like animes. When someone calls an anime cartoon, he'd grow mad with rage and wage war. He was the type no girl would ever date and he's certainly not my type. Besides I hate boys. I've turned down guys ten times more good-looking, more stylish and matured than him.
" What can I do to earn your love?" He asked, dejectedly. Even his flower looked dejected.
" You can't earn my love," I sighed. " Just stop watching cartoons and study your books. If you put more effort in your studies, I'm certain you'll become a man of great substance then you can have as many pretty girls as you want."
" No, it's you I want."
" Can't you get it into your big head? God forbid I hang out with a guy like you, never."
He gasped and I saw his flowers falling to the ground. I really hurt his feelings. Too bad but he had it coming to him anyway.
" I see," he stoop low and picked the flower up. " Sorry to bother you."
I watched him left, feeling bad for him and hating myself Soo much. Man I have a really bad tongue. It's the bad thing about me. Make me angry, push me to the wall too far and I'll break your soul to pieces.
Trying to compensate myself, I plugged my earpiece in and walked to the coffee shop where Liz and I usually hangs out.
Wetin b dat nothing I can do
4 my bebe my bebe
My shorty o lady
My bebe my bebe
Joeboy was singing and this lightened my mood. Moving everything away from my mind. Music was my soul and it's the only drugs I take to get high.
Liz was already waiting for me in the coffee shop. She waved at me as I entered the shop. Approaching her, I saw her playing chess.
" Sorry I'm late," I apologise, sitting down opposite her.
" Took you long enough," she said playing a move on the board. " Mind for a game?"
" I'll pass," I said, ordering for a cup of hot chocolate. " I just can't understand that game."
" It's fun," Liz adjusted her spectacles. " I can teach you if you'll let me."
" Not interested," I focused on my phone.
She got the hint and returned back to her game. I shooked my head, pitying her.
Liz only played by herself. She had no other friends beside me. She'd been an introvert since birth and this has affected her in diverse ways.
" Violet."
I looked up at her. " Yes?"
She lowered her eyes, trying to concentrate on her game. " There is something I've been meaning to tell you."
I returned back to my phone, thinking she was probably going to say something meaningless. " I'm listening."
She paused for a long time then she broke the silence. " I want a boyfriend."
I felt a jolt run up my system. I stared up at her sharply. She still had her eyes focused on her game but that didn't fool me.
" What was that?" I asked. " I mean, where is that even coming from?"
Liz looked away. " It's a decision I just made earlier this week. I've decided to start dating."
Date who? Who would date a lanky, unstylish nerd like Liz. She wasn't popular nor did she have the looks.
The waiter came over and dropped my mug of hot chocolate. I raised the mug to my mouth, struggling to meet her eyes. " I don't know, Liz. Don't you think it's a little too early to start thinking of dating? We've got our lives ahead of us of us to bother about relationships."
" I think I can manage," she maintained.
I shooked my head. " Relationships is a very dangerous thing. At this level you can't handle it."
Liz was silent and for a while, I thought she was about to burst. " Do you care about me, Violet?"
I sat upright and stared directly into her eyes. " Of course I care about you. You are my best friend."
She balled her hands into fists and met my gaze. " If you really are a friend of mine, then you should find me a boyfriend."
I was startled. " I'm not a miracle worker, Liz. I don't flow with the guys at school. I hate boys. You know I do."
" But boys swoon over you all the time. I've never had a boy confess to me before but on numerous occasions, I've seen boys confess to you...."
" And just so you know, I turned them all down. You wanna know why?" I asked. " Because I don't want you to be left alone. If I start dating, who would you hang out with? You'd definitely grow jealous and unhappy for the rest of your life. I'm not that selfish. I want you to be happy that's why I'm not accepting any boy. Just not yet."
Liz was quiet then she sighed. " Sorry about that. I guess I was being a little selfish. Forget about it."
But I was still worried. Liz wouldn't say a thing like that unless she meant it. I was certain she'd bring the topic up again at some point later on.
" Violet," she called.
" Yes?" I sipped my chocolate.
Fidgeting a little, she tried to get her words out. " Does Mr Adam offer any private lesson?"
Sputtering my drink, I turned to her with googled eyes. " What?"
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