He attended a prestigious highschool with his dream to land a volleyball scholarship someday. But sometimes, being a quiet, trouble written boy. Some things aren't meant to be easy for others. When he refuses to learn french; her mother hires a rich...
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[SIX]: The Secret Word Called "Please."
"The truth is, she didn't need to be saved; she just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved her attention."
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[FUNNEH EVA]~
I was being dropped off to this place since we had no school today. Atleast I won't be able to see Ayano today for about two hours.
I enter Alec's house with the hopes of getting him to learn French. Alec is a very stubborn guy and I just don't understand why he is!
What is wrong with him? What was the 'rough' past that her mother was telling me? And why did she trust me so easily to tell me these private stuff?
Ugh! Everything is just so confusing. As I enter inside the house; the guards recognized my face and greeted me.I guess I was already a common visitor.
I was once again met by Jade's bright smile. "I'm glad that you've reconsidered. Just try." I nodded and flashed a short smile.
Another day of being with this jerk. I carried my heavy books and carried it into his room.
Because of my remorseful feelings towards leaving I had decided to stay. Alec looked at me with the same glare.
"What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes and placed those heavy books on his study table.
"Study."
He shakes his head and scoffs. "Look, just try? Please?" I hint a pleading tone in my voice as he creates a "tsk" sound.
I walk towards this redheaded boy and lifted his chin. "I'll kill you if you don't." He scoffed at my attempt but walked over to his study table and tried to read it.
A few minutes from the bathroom; I come back to see Alec slumped over his desk, sleeping. His hair was blocking his ruby red eyes.
Something about this guy is so appealing. But his personality really isn't. I bend my head to look at him in wonder. Why is he so. . tired? What did he do yesterday night? Partying? Drinking? Meeting up with a secret girlfriend?
I shake my thoughts and tried my best to wake him up. "Hey. . Hey. . wake up". But with no luck he stays asleep.
This session isn't really going well as I had anticipated. I decided to just wait for him to wake up.
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