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"Wait...how can you mix up the values of velocity time graph with that of acceleration?! I freaking explained that two seconds ago!" I yell in exasperation and push the books out of my way.

I'm tired.

I'm stressed.

I hate this!

I know you have already gotten your answer by now. Yes, I accepted the proposal with so many doubts and uncertainty in my heart. Looking back now, I regret ever saying 'yes' to such a request.

What persuaded me?

First, it was so impossible to back out from such an offer since it was the Dean of Science. It would feel like I am this disobedient and arrogant kid. Trust African adults to judge you for something as little as that, and be termed an 'ungrateful brat' or I am too proud.

Second, I felt entitled to Mrs Nonso after I Iearnt she was Jamal's mother. The same person that nursed me back to life...and She pleaded that her son needs thorough tutoring on his physics. He is very good at his other subjects...but for physics, his legs are not too strong. I wanted to ask why can't a teacher be hired for him but she already answered before I could.

She doesn't trust most of the tutors that came because they were only interested in the young musician and the other reason sounded like what Jamal was capable off. Anybody that had to tutor him were always scared. They said he was unteachable, he was difficult to handle, and he was too harsh and blunt.

Here I am, suffering the consequences of ever agreeing to such an agreement.

"I didn't mix up anything fam, relax." His attention is not even fixed on me. All his gaze and everything is directly hooked on his iPhone screen.

I should relax?

Did he just say I should relax?

"Jamal, look..." I'm trying honestly. I am trying within all my powers to restrain my stubborn side to surface. I remember when he once insulted be for being too stubborn and dumb. I won't allow him insult me a second time. Yes I won't! "...Let's try to finish with example five yeah? I promise your phone isn't running away." I flash a sweet but painful smile, in hopes that he would understand my predicament.

Our predicament!

"Oh really?" The side of his lips curves into a cynical smile and I am so restraining myself from doing something absurd. Like smacking his face with the little diamond jaguar statue that is comfortably positioned at the middle of the study room, or bashing his head against the tiles floor. "Frowning doesn't suit you though." His voice jerks me out of the perilous dark thoughts swirling in my head.

"What?" I ask in feigned bewilderment, crossing my arms over my chest. He finally removes his gaze from the screen of his phone and even pockets it away from his sight, looking at me properly.

"I said frowning doesn't suit you. Should I repeat it in Chinese for you to comprehend?" My eyes narrow into tiny slits at his words. If this is how Jamal frustrated his past tutors, I honestly and utterly understand why they always quitted.

"If you're indirectly trying to imply that I am dumb, you have failed." He immediately raises both hands into the air — as if he is mock surrendering on my words.

"I'm sorry ma'am. Can we continue now?" His words lack enthusiasm and is obviously laced with pure sarcasm. However, I ignore his nonchalant attitude and slightly hunch over the table, to continue scribbling the formulas that he is supposed to learn for the topic at hand. The gentle music that has been streaming in the study room we have been stucked up in for the past two hours, dramatically switches to one of the Triple-J's single that will always remain my favourite.

And without realising it, I am softly humming to the full rhythm of the song, bobbing my head in accordance to the beat of the song — momentarily forgetting that another human being was beside me.

"Make sure you do not mix up velo...ah!" During the course of explaining what I expect him to do, he tugs my arm in a firm but non-painful manner. "What is it?" I hiss out, getting ready to lash at him.

"This is so boring." He laments and uses his hand to stylishly smoothen his hair length back. Not that the hair is this mass of curls...it just has this length that is long enough to mart as an all-back.

"And so?" I retort in an uninterested tone, waiting for a reasonable explanation.

"Let's do something fun. Exciting. Enthralling you know." The way he is suggesting this ideas, a stranger would think we are best of friends and whereas, it is so far from that.

"Are you listening to yourself? I am here to tutor you on your parents and the school's authority accord. So please don't stress me further." This guy doesn't get it at all. I mean, he is the one that is deficient at Physics and Chemistry, now he is trying to ditch learning?

"Come on, I know deep in your heart you want to explore this place. Learning for two hours straight is so boring." He is completely laid back on his hammock seat, as if he knows what I have been battling with inside my heart. Of course, I am tired and frustrated — from teaching someone that is obviously not concentrating so yeah, it is safe to say that I need a break. But as the stubborn girl that I am, I lie through my teeth for obvious reasons.

"You're too stubborn at your own detriment." He mumbles lowly and in a swift motion, all the materials we used in learning — books, pen, calculator and the textbook all fall to the ground just in that one drag of hand. My eyes widen in utter horror seeing the mess he just created singlehandedly.

"Ja— Jamal are you high?!" My voice raises an octave higher because of my initial stage of shock. He doesn't respond however as he gets up, dusts imaginary dirt from his body and for a moment, it seemed like he was trying to do a pose for a magazine photoshoot with the way he got up sluggishly and posed so effortlessly.

"Follow me sweetie, you won't regret this." He extends his hand for further emphasis.

So wait...

He expects me to just ditch our learning and follow him? Follow him to where?

"No." I cross my arms over my chest defensively, crossing my right leg over the other, to show how adamant I am going to be. Does he expect me to be happy all of a sudden and follow him? Or has he forgotten so quickly that we are not in the best of terms. We owe eachother proper apologies for all the previous non-friendly encounters we had.

Jamal sighs and strides closer to me, gently crouching to my eye-level. He is just an arm length apart from me and yet, I can see his features clearly and feel his knee, poking out to brush my legs.

For the first time, I notice the little eye bags sagging beneath. His usual grey eyes that sparkle with life is now a dim shade of grey--stormy persay. His other features are intact but the fact that his eyes are looking weary and sullen bothers me for the first time.

"Look, I'm trying so hard to be civil with you yeah? Don't make it hard for me, please." My resolve finally crumbles when I realise he is being sincere.

"We're only spending half an hour though?" I have to ask because I don't want any compromising situation when his parents comes home, just to discover I am not teaching him. He sighs for the umpteenth time and rests his hand on mine.

"Yes ma'am, just for thirty minutes." He assures and squeezes the back of my palm reassuringly. My body has a weird way of responding to physical touches from the male specie and I am sure Jamal isn't expemted either. I swiftly remove my hand from his hold when it was becoming awkward for me. He clears his throat nosily and gets up from his crouching position.

"Shall we?" This time I need no convincing technique to follow him. I was, and I am still curious as to why his eyes look so sullen and a tad bit lifeless. But if there is something that I have learnt from him, he hates it when I probe too much. So I guess the only option is to remain silent then maybe I can ask Jerry at my spare time.

"Can you sing unconventional from A-Z?" That is the first question Jamal poses at me when we reach the last floor of the building. Surprisingly enough, I later learnt that the Villa was used for special occasions so you can guess rightly that I am at his residential home, not the Villa.

"Um, kinda." I reply in an uncertain tone, running my hands over my exposed arms. The greatest mistake I made was to wear a sleeveless crop top — and now, the amount of cold emitting from the air-conditioner is threatening to freeze me on the spot.

"Kinda? Hmm you need to be explicit with your answer." How can this boy be asking me questions up and down and he isn't facing me? His back has been facing me while he is rummaging the room we just entered. I take my time in taking note of the most outstanding features of the room.

A grand piano at the extreme, an acoustic guitar, electric guitar, set of brand new drums, headsets abandoned at the top of a bar stool and the vast space of the room is what I notice at first glance.

Okay why did he bring me to the music room?

Cause I swear to God. I can't sing at all. If he thinks that I can sing unconventional from A-Z, he has gotten it all wrong.

"I meant, singing isn't my thing. So to answer your question, I can't sing unconventional." I reply swiftly, in a bid to at least change his mind incase he plans to make me sing with my crooked voice. Surprisingly and not so surprisingly, he swirls on his feet and faces me with a look of amusement marring his face.

"You think I would ask you to sing? Come on, your voice isn't worth it."

Wait...

Is that an insult or what??

My lips press down to a firm and thin line, as his words rip my chest painfully. How can someone just decide to mock another human tirelessly? Didn't he plead that he would be civil with me as possible?

"Hey, hey I was kidding." He mumbles and scratches the back of his neck in a coy manner. At this point, I cannot register his words fully as a first wave of pain wrecks my lower abdomen terribly. I simply bite my lips and stylishly clutch my stomach so that he wouldn't notice what's up with me.

"It– it's fine." My teeth gnashes as I feel the heavy thump at my lower abdomen again.

"Are you okay? You look a little pale." He comes closer to examine me, his eyes assessing me thoroughly.

Of course I am not okay. Your AC is on a high level, the cold is definitely going to freeze me to death since my crop top is not helping matters. And now, this sudden stomach ache from nowhere!

"Sit. I'll be right back." He didn't give me enough time to register his words, as he guides me to the beanbag seat and leaves the room within the twinkle of an eye.

Okay. That was so fast and weird.

First of all, Jamal wants to be civil with me all of a sudden. And now, he is trying to take care of me? This doesn't make sense to me at all.

"Agggghh!" The pain shoots from my lower abdomen again and I am forced to recoil on the seat he placed me on. This time, the pain stays a little longer and little drop of tears spill from the corner of my eyes. My lips are already over sore because of the way I have bitten the life out of it. My hands rest permanently over my stomach to at least soothe the ache...but it doesn't help. Why am I having this pain all of a sudden?

"Hey, sorry for the delay." I was able to even sense his presence before his voice joined in. I numbly nod in an attempt to acknowledge his presence; my head still in a bowed position. I feel an overly tick material being draped over my body the instant his scent hits my nostrils directly. The tick material happens to be a duvet that would at least keep me warm from the cold and I am more than grateful he is sensitive enough to know this.

His hands reaches out to adjust the duvet over my body and I instinctively reach out to clamp his hand from going further.

"I can take care of myself Jamal. I am not a baby." I frown and release my hand from his. He shrugs and steps back casually. His gaze not leaving my every movement. I carefully wrap myself with the duvet, very much aware of the fact that his eyes are keen on my body. Not being able to take it any longer, I speak.

"Sto...p staring at me like..like that." I stutter because of the serious pain affecting my stomach, and because his gaze is becoming too unsettling for my liking. He scratches his neck in an awkward manner and bites his lip, as if he is debating with a serious battle in his mind. Seeing him all flustered and jetty makes me amused. Never have I seen him this way.

"Um, don't be angry if I say this..." he trails off and pleads with his eyes. Grey eyes that looks like those of a cute baby right now.

What?

Where did that come from?!

"Oh, okay?" I query in uncertainty, tightening the grip of the duvet over my body.

"I think you're experiencing your menstrual cramps." My eyes snap so wide at his words, wondering how he came up with such an absurd theory. "I didn't know how to say this, but I think you have a little— um, a little red stain rig...." I didn't even wait for him to complete his statement as I poke my fingers into my ears — inevitably blocking his words out.

Did Jamal just know that I am on my period?

I think I'm going to pass out for real!

Author's note

Like I rightly told my friends, I can never forget my Wattpad family. Never!

An update on valentine's day!!! How sweet😅

My date is even eyeing me🤧 it is well!

So sorry for my stupid backward updating schedule. I swear I hate myself for this! I've been writing series of tests and I am glad to say throughout next week would be my 'lecture free week'. So hopefully, expect an update this week again❤

Who can predict what is happening to our duo in the chapter?? I swear Jamal na spec😂💅🏽

Book recommendation: Modafasewa by Teefabulous Check it out ooo or else you're missing better tin!

Q: How would you react if your crush points out that 'You have blood stain behind you?'