"Uhm— I have to be somewhere right now," he said looking at his wrist watch again
You've got to be kidding me
"Are you for real right now?, You didn't think about that before, or wait" I walked up to him slowly
"You didn't think I came with the whole package before agreeing to this?"
Oh I love this part, this part of tormenting him subtly. He had done worse to me in the past. The look on his face brought my memory back to the beginning of our nemesis
* * * * *
It was in my second year and second semester at the university, I sat on my bed that evening with Clarke.
"He's not picking up my calls!" I said looking at the screen of my phone.
Clarke stood up from the bed and stood beside me
"Don't get too riled up Maya"
I turned to her.
"But I have to be Clarke, he has cut my living expenses since that proud jerk August, who refuses to continue tutoring. It's been months!"
"I know it's a tricky situation but the bright side is that he still provides for your basic needs"
I rolled my eyes
"I'm his only child of course he would,
— but then I can't continue living like this" I snapped
"I really can't keep embarrassing myself in front of August but I think I'll have to beg him again, this is a new semester. So maybe he would reconsider?"
"Should we call him?" Clarke said
"We don't have a choice" I dialed August's number even after swearing that I wouldn't call him again
Hello Maya" his voice rang out over the phone
Immediately I heard that deep voice of his, and I jumped a little bit.
Clarke looked at me waiting for me to talk but I couldn't, instead I stared at my phone, I really didn't know what to say to August.
"Are you there?" He said again
Clarke took the phone from the bed
"Hi August, it's me, Clarke"
"Oh Good evening ma'am"
I rolled my eyes.
Fuck him and his sarcastic formalities
"Uhm, I'm calling on behalf of Maya,
"Oh, how is she?
"She's fine I just called to ask if you could please reconsider your decision since this is another session"
Please say yes
"I've made it clear to your friend the last time we met that I won't be tutoring her anymore"
"Yeah I know but-"
"I said no, there are no buts. Actions have consequences. Goodbye Miss Clarke"
"Ditto" Clarke murmured.
"You see?!" I was livid "Who does he even think he is?"
"He's August. Babe. The best student in our school."
"It was a rhetorical question, Clarke." I slumped onto the bed.
"Yeah, I don't think he would tutor you anymore, to be fair he has lots of students on his neck, plus he offers group classes, even lecturers use him, so I can understand him taking just one student privately" Clarke was blunt this time.
Now, maybe I'm regretting missing my tutoring lessons with August, three consecutive days which he had warned me about.
"I get the fact that he's busy, so I tried to get another tutor, but they suck Clarke!" and my dad's P. A evaluated them and said they weren't good enough to tutor.
"Yeah, August is rude but he's the best. Your grades proved that"
I nodded my head.
I can't deny the fact that August really helped me in my second semester of my first year. My dad had gone to a long lengths to hire him and now that he had dropped me, I'm in a tricky position. Plus the fact that my result dropped as well made it worse.
I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, which was the start of my war with August.
* * * * *
The sound of clicking glasses brought me back to the present
I blinked and saw him looking at me like I was a lost puppy
"Are you there?" August said, looking at me.
"Yeah, what?" I said a bit irritated
"I know we just got married but I have to be somewhere right now, we can talk later.
I smiled softly moving closer to him and whispered
"We are going home together hubby".
The drive was a quiet one, too peaceful. Only the hum of the engine filled the space between us and the slight rumbling noise from my stomach, I didn't eat at the wedding. August kept his eyes on the road. Jaw tight, like I wasn't even there. I gripped the key in my hand so hard it left marks on my palm. A wedding gift. A house. Our house. My stomach twisted.
"So…" I said, breaking the silence, "So husband, does your fiancé know that you're officially off the market now?"
His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. He didn't answer, which made my smirk widen.
If he thought this drive was uncomfortable, wait until we get to the house.