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Fourth's POV

Even before my lips touched his, I noticed that his lips were already slightly open, ready and willing to receive mine......

Fourth!

My mom's voice shook me out of my wandering mind.

In my hurry to stand up I knocked the chair over and it fell with a deafening crash on to the floor.

Fourth! What's going on up there???

"Nothing, mom, nothing," I said as I ran down the stairs. "What is it, mom, why did you call me?"

"I just wanted to know what you think about Gemini's tutoring. Do you feel that you are learning a lot from him? Is he able to help you to understand the lessons?"

"Yes, mom, his lips are so red and kissable when he talks..."

"What are you saying, son???"

"I mean... I mean... the lessons are still not so crystal clear to me... he still needs to... he needs to... umm... I want ..."

"Stop blabbering! Talk to me properly!" my mom scolded me.

I slapped one side of my face lightly. What the hell was wrong with me. I was supposed to hate this arrogant, high handed, conceited, full of himself, know-it-all, and yet here I was dreaming about his kissable lips.

Pull yourself together, Fourth, pull yourself together! I scolded myself and mentally gave myself a strong kick in the backside.

"Mom," I finally said. "I was able to finish all the exercises for today's session and I was able to complete my homework."

"Were you able to understand what you did or did he have to guide you?" my mom asked.

"He guided me through some of the more difficult stuff, like finding the antonyms of some word which I could not think of right away," I admitted to my mom.

"So does that mean that you will have a perfect grade for tomorrow's homework?" my mom asked, still sounding doubtful.

"I had better," I said, "otherwise don't pay him for his tutorial services."

I wanted to add, 'but if he gave me some other more exciting services, maybe you could double his fees." But of course I had to keep my mouth shut.

At that moment our housekeeper walked into the living room to announce that dinner was ready.

"Thank you, Annie," my mom said, standing from the couch.

I followed mom to the dining room.

Although I would normally have helped myself quickly to the delicious dinner of crispy beef strips smothered with thick gravy and thinly sliced red and green bell peppers, tonight I could barely finished what was on my plate.

I kept telling myself that something wrong was happening to me. I was supposed to be hating Gemini but instead I kept thinking about his well shaped long fingers and his dark pink lips and the way they moved whenever he talked.

Huh?

"What's the matter with you, Fourth?" my mom asked for the upteenth time this evening. "Annie has been asking you if you want mango juice or pineapple juice. Why are you not answering?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Mango please. No, make it pineapple please."

Annie was pouring the pineapple juice from a glass pitcher that had frosted over because of the ice cubes inside it, when my phone started to ring.

I looked at my phone screen. It was an unknown number. I put the phone back inside my pocket.

"So many scammers," I muttered as I picked up my tall glass of pineapple juice and drank thirstily from it.

A few seconds later my phone sounded a text notification.

 Hi this is Gemini

How did you get my number I countered

Your mom gave it to me.

What do you want I countered defensively.

I left my yellow marker on your desk. Please bring it with you tomorrow. I have no time to buy a new one.

Okay

Thanks and please include my number in your contacts so that you will know that it's me calling and not some scammer.

Wow he had read my mind. But yeah I consider him a scammer. He had scammed me into letting him inside my heart, Wait what the hell am I thinking.