Tutor
Because mom and dad weren`t around much, I was quite used to doing everything the way I wanted to and when I decided to. For instance, I would prioritize video-games and music over homework and school assignments, naturally. I mean, who wouldn`t? What kid wouldn`t? Responsible ones, you say. Well, I wasn`t one of those. The problem though, was that with this perfect schedule of mine, my grades went from acceptable to horrideous, and for some future concerning reason, mom and dad were not too pleased to find that out. So, I`m guessing that at the time they discussed a reasonable solution to their problem; they hired a tutor.
Verena was a young girl who lived a couple of blocks down the street from us. Now there's something you need to understand about her, and I'll do my best to fully narrow it down. Starting with her peculiar, yet generic lemniscate tattoo on her right wrist, she was unlike any other girl I had ever seen. She was the personification of all the things I deemed good, sacred, and delicious... Emphasis on delicious. I knew right when I first saw her, that I would never find someone who could fascinate me the way she did right there and then. Sometimes we just know these things, and sometimes we're actually right... There was a problem, though; she must've been about ten years older than I was back then, and I was eleven years old, in case you're wondering. What knowledge could I, an eleven year old boy, have that would serve me any good against Verena's uniqueness? None. But then again, she was there to tutor me, and I embraced the opportunity.
"Say, Ve, do you have a boyfriend or... I don`t know... Anything close to that? Someone you like, maybe?"
"We're not here to discuss that. Why do you ask?" Oh, the savagery in her gentle voice. It was like hearing an angel cursing at me. Disturbing, but beautiful.
"I'm just curious."
"Curious, hey? Are you interested in one of your little friends from school? Is that what this is about?"
"Well... She`s not that little. And I was thinking... Maybe you could help out. I mean, you`re an incredible girl, and anyone would be lucky to have you."
"I'm not so sure that's accurate, sweetie. But thank you. Now, where were we?" No way. I was too close to give up. I had already waited ten or twelve lessons before I had the guts to even ask her those kinds of questions.
"Wait, wait, please. I need to know. What should I say to her? How should I act? I bet she doesn't realize how much I care for her, and how deeply in love I am. Besides, I'm sure I would make her the happiest girl on Earth!" At the time, I actually believed I was able to perform such miracles.
"Well," She said after a good long laugh. "If all of those feelings are real, and if you truly feel you could and would make her happy, then I`d suggest approaching her and telling her exactly what you feel. Word by word. But don't take too long. Men-- I mean, boys are usually very predictable and moronic. They go around in circles when, more often tham not, there's a straight path right in front of them. Put up a friendly and seductive smile, be confident in your words and in your feelings, and you should do just fine."
I never forgot her words. That happened on a Friday, and I spent all weekend practicing my lines in front of the bathroom`s mirror. I had to build confidence, and I had to be straightforward, otherwise all would be lost.
The first thing that happened when I came home from school on Monday was that I was told that Verena wouldn't come. She had apparently, over the weekend, moved to another state because of something related to her father. I was unable to concentrate on the actual reason because I was too busy being depressed about not seing her ever again, a feeling that lasted over a year. A feeling that nowadays, ten years later, has been overcome, yet never quite forgotten.
You can probably imagine how I felt when one day as I was walking hastily in the midst of a ocean of people in the streets of my current whereabouts, I was able to briefly spot something familiar. It was a generic lemniscate tattoo, identical in every curve and each line. I halted, and looked back and around searching for her, the most fascinating girl-- woman I could find. As I turned and looked and searched I saw someone who resembled her beauty turn the corner a block away, so I ran, because I was sure it was her. I knew it within my heart. As I ran and approached her, I stopped and calmly and confidently enough I spoke aloud so she could hear me.
"Verena," She ceased walking, and turned at me. Ten years apart, yet not a moment of hesitation detected within her gaze. She remembered me, but didn't know where from, like an abstract memory of a recently forgotten dream, moments away from full recognition. I gave her my most seductive and friendly smile as I reached my hand to her. "I want to make you the happiest girl on Earth."
Verena was a young girl who lived a couple of blocks down the street from us. Now there's something you need to understand about her, and I'll do my best to fully narrow it down. Starting with her peculiar, yet generic lemniscate tattoo on her right wrist, she was unlike any other girl I had ever seen. She was the personification of all the things I deemed good, sacred, and delicious... Emphasis on delicious. I knew right when I first saw her, that I would never find someone who could fascinate me the way she did right there and then. Sometimes we just know these things, and sometimes we're actually right... There was a problem, though; she must've been about ten years older than I was back then, and I was eleven years old, in case you're wondering. What knowledge could I, an eleven year old boy, have that would serve me any good against Verena's uniqueness? None. But then again, she was there to tutor me, and I embraced the opportunity.
"Say, Ve, do you have a boyfriend or... I don`t know... Anything close to that? Someone you like, maybe?"
"We're not here to discuss that. Why do you ask?" Oh, the savagery in her gentle voice. It was like hearing an angel cursing at me. Disturbing, but beautiful.
"I'm just curious."
"Curious, hey? Are you interested in one of your little friends from school? Is that what this is about?"
"Well... She`s not that little. And I was thinking... Maybe you could help out. I mean, you`re an incredible girl, and anyone would be lucky to have you."
"I'm not so sure that's accurate, sweetie. But thank you. Now, where were we?" No way. I was too close to give up. I had already waited ten or twelve lessons before I had the guts to even ask her those kinds of questions.
"Wait, wait, please. I need to know. What should I say to her? How should I act? I bet she doesn't realize how much I care for her, and how deeply in love I am. Besides, I'm sure I would make her the happiest girl on Earth!" At the time, I actually believed I was able to perform such miracles.
"Well," She said after a good long laugh. "If all of those feelings are real, and if you truly feel you could and would make her happy, then I`d suggest approaching her and telling her exactly what you feel. Word by word. But don't take too long. Men-- I mean, boys are usually very predictable and moronic. They go around in circles when, more often tham not, there's a straight path right in front of them. Put up a friendly and seductive smile, be confident in your words and in your feelings, and you should do just fine."
I never forgot her words. That happened on a Friday, and I spent all weekend practicing my lines in front of the bathroom`s mirror. I had to build confidence, and I had to be straightforward, otherwise all would be lost.
The first thing that happened when I came home from school on Monday was that I was told that Verena wouldn't come. She had apparently, over the weekend, moved to another state because of something related to her father. I was unable to concentrate on the actual reason because I was too busy being depressed about not seing her ever again, a feeling that lasted over a year. A feeling that nowadays, ten years later, has been overcome, yet never quite forgotten.
You can probably imagine how I felt when one day as I was walking hastily in the midst of a ocean of people in the streets of my current whereabouts, I was able to briefly spot something familiar. It was a generic lemniscate tattoo, identical in every curve and each line. I halted, and looked back and around searching for her, the most fascinating girl-- woman I could find. As I turned and looked and searched I saw someone who resembled her beauty turn the corner a block away, so I ran, because I was sure it was her. I knew it within my heart. As I ran and approached her, I stopped and calmly and confidently enough I spoke aloud so she could hear me.
"Verena," She ceased walking, and turned at me. Ten years apart, yet not a moment of hesitation detected within her gaze. She remembered me, but didn't know where from, like an abstract memory of a recently forgotten dream, moments away from full recognition. I gave her my most seductive and friendly smile as I reached my hand to her. "I want to make you the happiest girl on Earth."
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