?A Moment In Time?
?Young Hearts❤?
Sub-Title: She got a job!
Written by:
Humble Lee?
Chapter 19[Hilton High ]
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#MirrahPov
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Yes, my grade was resto-red that’s a good thing and unlucky j£rk, he has been minding his own business. Everything is starting to go back to normal until I receive a formal call from the proprietor. Receiving a formal call is like receiving a query letter from your work place. My heart start to beat fas-ter as I don’t know what will happen once I step my feet into his office.
Now, I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have got back at that j£rk, and because of him now I’m going to get expelled.
“Maybe he’s not going to expel you.” Lori said walking. She’s walking me to Mr. Malcolm’s office.
“Why can’t he just forget what happened? He started it right. I really want to study in Hilton, Lori.” I said and we st©pped walking. She embr@ce me patting my back.
“Let’s just hope you’re wrong.” Lori said and pu-ll away from the embr@ce.
I.knocked before going in the office, he’s office is quite different from the principal’s office.
“Good evening sir.” I greeted him standing behind a seat. He raise his head, stare at me before smiling.
“You’re Mirrah Blues?”
I nod my head immediately.
“You’re the one that humiliated my son?”
Tears gathered in my eyes because I’m done for.
“Sir, plea-se, I was just trying to protect myself from your son. He was the one that start to tease me first. He even insulted my parent during the school formal. I only fought back Sir.” I let the tears roll down my cheeks but the man just smile. It looks as if he’s not moved by my tears.
“You’re quite aware that J, is my son and a heir to this school right?”
I replied by nodding my head.
“And you humiliate him without thinking of what might happen to you?”
This time I lowered my head. Why isn’t he seeing my side of the story? Why is he ma-king it sound as if unlucky j£rk is the victim and I’m the bad guy? Why isn’t any one taking my side here?!
“Mirrah Blues, for humiliating the sole heir of Hilton you should be expelled.” I raise my head that instant.
“Sir,plea-se. You suspend me but expulsion? My mom is going to kill me.” I cried and he smile. Why is he smiling now?
“I like you Mirrah Blues, you’re br@ve and smart.”
I blink off the tears in my eyes. Is he praising me now? I thought he was casting me earlier like he was really mad at what I did to his son.
“You happen to be the first person that stood up against J, you were not scared or frightened by his status. I like you that’s why I want you to be his home tutor.” I wi-de-ned my eyes at him the second he completed his last statement.
“Sir, I’m sorry but that’s impossible. I can’t tutor your son.” I said to him.
“It’s your call Miss Mirrah Blues; be his home teacher or you leave the school for him. After all, that’s wbay he wants. You can leave.” He said and I slowly stood up.
Been unlucky j£rk’s tutor is like signing a contract with the devil. He’s going to frustrate my life till the last minute.
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“But it’s not like you have any choice Mirrah.” Lori said. I told what Mr. Malcolm said when I got to clas-s.
“That is the problem. He leaves me with no choice.” I retorted.
“Just take it as an additional income. That way, you can help your mum with the expenses at home.” Lori said and she’s right. All I have to do is pretend about his existence and after all it’s not going to last long.
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#HannahPov
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“Thank you so much.” He said handing a shopping bag to me. He has actually taken me out on the d@t£ he has been talking about and now he even drove me home. What a nice gentleman he is.
“I should be the one thanking you Francisco for all the gifts you got me.”
“I’m just happy because you let me spend time with you today.” He said and lean forward to k!ssme.
“Francisco, I’m married.” I said not shifting my face away because maybe I want him to k!ssme.
“Just once Hann, plea-se.”
I replied with a light smile and the moment hisl-ips t©uçh mine, I move my face away.
“I’m sorry, Francisco.” I can’t cheat on Mark.
“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I nod my head as a ‘yes’ smiling and he entered his car and drove off.
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#FlorencePov
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“But, what was your answer?” I asked her. She told me what Mr. Malcolm said. Isn’t he just too cruel to give Mirrah an option like that?
The truth is, I’m getting jealous alre-ady and I alre-ady know that she doesn’t have any choice that’s why I don’t know why am feeling this way.
“I had to accept, Florence, except if I want to leave Hilton.”
“This isn’t fair. He started in the first place.” God, I wish there is another way out of all these, I don’t want Mirrah and my Mr. Cute to be anywhere close.
“Don’t worry about me Florence, because I won’t let him distract me. He’s incapable.” She said smiling. I can see it in her eyes that she doesn’t want it, that’s why am a little relief because Mirrah will never get along with him.
Seconds later, her Mum walk in carrying four shopping bags.
Has she gone shopping?
We greeted her and I had to ask where the shopping bags are coming from.
“Customer’s gift.” She had said as she gave I and Mirrah a bag each before climbing up.
“I have to be in school early to give Mr. Malcolm my answer and who knows, I might begin the stupid lesson tomorrow.” Mirrah said standing up.
“Maybe you should talk to your Mom about it.”
“I don’t want to stress her and besides, I can handle it. Goodnight Florence.” She said and I watch as I watch her climb up the stairs.
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#HannahPov
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I don’t know why I feel so excited tonight, is it because Francisco k!$$£d me or because someone still has interest in me?
No matter how I look at it, it still feels good to have some one by your side.
“This is not your usual time to come home.” That’s my husband speaking. He’s just coming out from the bathroom.
“That’s because I have too many customers today.” I said removing my jewelries.
“And those bags are from where?” I followed the direction he’s pointing and it’s the shopping bags.
What am I going to say to him?
Should I tell him that they’re from a man who’s interested in me?
How stupid does that sound? I can’t tell him, it’s impossible.
“It’s none of your business so st©p asking.” I said and got up going towards the bathroom.
“Are you seeing other men? Are you cheating on me?”
“Me? Cheat? You think I’m like you? Don’t accuse me of something you’re doing.” I hissed and walk into the bathroom.
I have to st©p whatsoever relationsh!pI’m about to start with Francisco because Mark might find out and it’ll be trouble for me.
?A Moment In Time?
?Young Hearts❤?
Sub-Title: “J asin j£rk or Jeremy? “?
Written by:
Humble Lee?
Chapter 20[Hilton High ]
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#MirrahPov
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“Are you sure about this? ” Lori ask me as she took a bite from the square shaped pizza on her hand.
“I don’t know, Lori, but I’ll give it a try anyway. “I said and let out a sigh. That guy scares me to be honest.
“Here comes the devil’s son. “I turn behind me to see him just walking in the cafeteria. I don’t know but there’s something about him that’s cute today or is it his new hairstyle? Hisl-ips?
Get a hold of yourself Mirrah and do what you’re suppose to do.
“Wish me luck. “I pick the br@celet from the table and walk towards him.
“We nee-d to talk. “I said the moment I got closer to him. He smile then lead the way out of the cafeteria. I followed shortly.
We st©pped closed to the boys locker room and he lean by the wall, fold his hands up to his che-st and bit hisl-ips. I can hear my heart beating real fast but I have to pour out my mind.
“You said you wanted to talk. “He said and I cleared my throat.
“The thing is, your father employ me to be your tutor. “I checked his expression and they’re none.
“I heard. And I believe you’re going to tell him that you’re not interested. “He said.
“I can’t do that because my school is at stake. ”
“You should have thought of that before humiliating me. “He said and wants to leave but I held his arm.
“I don’t want to either, but plea-se, let’s put everything behind us. I’m sorry for what I did to you. “He looked at my hand that’s on his arm and I gently re-move it.
“We’re going to be seeing each other from now on anyway, so I’m hoping maybe we could be… ”
“Friends? I don’t intend ma-king friends with you Pugnose. ”
“St©p calling me that! “I’m trying my best not to call him j£rk and here he is ma-king things ha-rd .
“That’s what you are! “He took two steps closer.
“I’ll advice you to leave Hilton, and don’t you even think of been my tutor. “He hits my shoulder and the br@celet falls down.
“Why are you even ma-king things ha-rd huh?! I c@m£ here in peace to talk to you normally but then, you won’t st©p been the j£rk that you are.
“What did you call me?! ”
I took a step away from him.
“You are not going to be the reason I’ll leave Hilton, so, Jeremy Malcolm, congratulations because you’ve gotten yourself a tutor. “I said and walk away. I feel really stupid right now.
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#Jeremy_POV
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This girl is really something.
I took a step forward but I feel like I’ve stepped on something. I re-move my foot and on the floor is a handmade br@celet.
The br@celet must be hers but something struck me, there’s letter ‘J’ knitted on it so I pick it up to take a close at it and I’m right it’s the letter J. So, she really want us to friends then. But, what does the letter J mean? Is J asin Jeremy,Jer or j£rk?
I ti-ght£ñed my fist! She really got some nerve!
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#Florence_POV
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After school was over, Mirrah told me that she was going to J’s house to commence the lesson and since I could not stay home alone, I c@m£ to Aunt Hannah’s shop even though I’ll just be sitting down. At least, I won’t be bored.
I strongly wanted to follow Mirrah to J’s house and I wish I can trade places with her but it’s not possible. I just have to believe what Mirrah said.
“So, where did you say Mirrah went? “Aunt Hannah ask sitting next to me.
“She got a job as Jeremy Malcolm’s pri-vate tutor. “I said not even looking at her.
“How did that happen? “She ask.
“Well, Mirrah fought Jeremy back after he attacked her and when the news got to Mr. Malcolm ;Jeremy’s dad, he gave Mirrah conditions to either leave Hilton or become his tutor. Mirrah chose the latter. “I narrated.
“That’s nons-en-se! Someone cannot be controlling my daughter for me. “She pick up her phone to call Mirrah, I believe.
“You shoundnt do that. Talk to Mirrah when she comes back. “I said and she place the phone on the table.
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#Mirrah_POV
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I took a glance at the address Mr. Malcolm s£nt me on my phone and I hope I’m in the right directions.
I st©pped a pas-serby and ask him of the address and thank goodness, he said I’m in the right lane.
“Do you perhaps know where the Malcolm house is? “I ask him.
“Yes. I am very familiar with it. You want me to take you there? “He ask me and I nod my head with a smile.
We bagan our journey to unlucky j£rk’s house. I wonder how the tutorial will be.
“So, you’re friends with Jer? “I turn my face to look at him then turn away.
“Jer? “I ask puzzled. Who’s Jer?
“Mr. Malcolm’s son, Jeremy, we call him Jer here. “He said and we’re walking gradually.
“Oh! I only know him as J. “But, I call him j£rk.
“No. We’re not friends. I’ve been employed by his father to be his pri-vate tutor. “I explained to him.
“But, it looks like the both of you are of thesame age. What can you possibly teach him? “He ask me.
“How not to be a j£rk. “I said and we both laughed.
“And you should teach him how to be friendly. “He added. Maybe he’s the type that has been hoping that unlucky j£rk will be his friend.
“The Malcolm house. ‘He said as we arrive in front of a big blue gate.
“Thank you for your help. “I said and stretch my hand for a handshake.
“No problem. My name is Tristan. “He introduced himself before taking my hands.
“Sorry. But, I don’t tell strangers my name. Nice meeting you Tristan. “We shoke hands.
“No problem. I know I will st©p been a stranger to you soon. Bye for now. “He said and left.
That was a relief. I don’t know you from anywhere and you want me to tell you my name? Who does that?!
I checked around for a doorbell and rang it. Waiting for someb©dy to open the gate.
Few seconds later, the gate was opened by an elderly woman, she’s dressed in white rope and has grey hair which she packed in bun. She should be in her mid 60’s judging from her appearance.
“How may I help you plea-se? “Wow, so aside from j£rk’s father, his grandmother is also one of a kind?
“My name is Mirrah Blues, J’s tutor. “I said and she was mute for some seconds but her mood later brightened up.
“I remember now. plea-se, come in. “She open the gate wi-der and I got in after muttering a ‘thank you ‘.
We got into the house and what I saw amazed me.
Mr. Malcolm must be really rich. Now I see why j£rk behaves like a j£rk because he’s living in luxury and been the only child, he’ll inherite everything. He’s very lucky but acts unlucky.
“plea-se, sit. Let me go call him. “She said and went up the stairs.
She c@m£ back holding a cu-p of pineapple jui-ce.
“He’ll join you shortly. “She said and hand me the jui-ce which I collected.
“Thank you ma’am. “I said and she left.
I went to sit down, waiting patiently for him to come down and after some minutes, I saw him climbing down.. He’s walking so confidently and stupdly.
He arrived in front of me and gave me a deadly glare. I don’t think the day will ever come when I’ll be able to tolerate him.
“You’re 5minutes late. “He began.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t locate this place on time but I’m here now, so, lets start. “I said and brou-ght out the textbook I was carrying inside my bag.
“So, what are you gonna teach me today? “He ask me sitting on the one sitter and then cross his legs. Stupid boy, he thinks I’ll want to sit with him on the same couch. Mtxhewwee.
“What subject are you finding difficult? We can start from there. “I said trying my best not to lash at him. I pray I’ll be able to survive a month with this boy before I kill him myself.
He lean on the backrest and sigh.
“Aint you suppose to be my tutor? You should know alre-ady. ”
Oh Lord! Which actual planet did this creature come out from? He’s so full of himself. Nons-en-se.
“You’re the one with the problem, so you… “He glare at me like he was going to swallow me.
“…. I didn’t mean it that way. What I mean is, you know yourself more than anyone. ”
I corrected myself. The last thing I want to happen is to be thrown out like a used cabbage. I’ll just try to be at my best behavior.
“You’re not having your…? ”
“What?! “He snapped.
“Never mind. We’ll just practice without notes. “I said and open the textbook.
#TBC