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Emma's pov;
Emma wander through the woods as I climbed my favorite tree. Sitting at the very top I looked out into the world. Birds flying as I heard chatted Below. I was at a family picnic but I never really enjoyed them
"Emma get down here now!!" I heard my mom yell as I looked down. I glared at her before climbing my way down.
"You shouldn't be climbing trees, you're seventeen now." She said
"Yes, mum, but am safe. I'm only having fun." I said as I groaned.
"Stop complaining and go help your dad set up. We are having a special guest tonight." She said as I grumbled in disappointment. I help my father set up the picnic as I saw a black sleek car roll in. I just watched as the car parked.
Horribly, a man took his time getting out of the car. My God what a site. His hair was longish, a very expensive looking suit, and the perfect green eyes.
I felt my face go red once we made eye contact. He only smirked walking over. My mom greeted him along with my father.
"Hello, you must be Williams Bella." Mum asked as he never broke eye contact with me.
"Yes but please, call me Will." He said his eyes never leaving mine.
"You must be Emma right?" He ask and I nodded.
"What a lovely name." He said.
"I will be tutoring you from now on." He said as I gasped. I look at my parents as they nodded their heads. Are they joking? Didn't even tell me to get help, just force me on it.
"Oh" That was all I said as he was just staring at me. God, he looked perfect, a bit too old. He licked his lips as I imagined what they'd feel like if he kissed me. I need to stop like now.
Sooner than later, We got home with his image well tattooed in my brain. I honestly can't wait until I see him. Though, I'm not ready to actually learn how to study. But It's my last year.
I got up with a knock on my bedroom door. I got up as I open it, mum.
"Honey little Princess. He's here, can you please get ready?" She said as I nodded. I closed my door as I debated on going down with what I had on or trying to look decent. I shrugged and I decided that my dingy white t-shirt and old sheer shorts were good enough.
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