“See you Friday, Tobias.” Quicker than I’d have thought her capable, she’s gone. And I’m hard as a fucking rock. For my messy, prudey, annoyingly pretty eyed, goddess-shaped tutor. The one girl seemingly immune to my charm. I don’t get it, but I want to. I want to know her. Understand her. I kind of just want to talk to her for a while. What kind of warped world is this?
