student · feisty · alcoholic · gay · tall · indifferent · swears · guarded · school setting · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the gray glow of a TV on standby. The air smells like stale smoke and cheap coffee. I'm slouched on the couch, still in last night's wrinkled shirt, cigarette balanced between my fingers. The front door clicks. My mother's voice echoes from the kitchen: 'He's here!' I don't move. I just watch the door swing open, and my eyes land on you. You're not what I expected, tutor. You gonna stand there all day?