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3rd Person

Dixie's whole day had been ruined. She knew she could trust Noah, but she wasn't so sure about Sarah. Her paranoia was skyrocketing as a result of it. Noah felt awful, but he had no choice but to do his work for the sake of them and their connection, which was the most important thing to him. This was their first major disagreement, and neither of them was happy about it, primarily because they couldn't do anything about it.

Dixie had gotten home, showered, and dialed Halley's number.

"Dixie, what's up?" Halley asked as she answered the phone.

"Nothing much." Dixie sighed. "Noah and I had a disagreement today, but I'm okay," she remarked as she flopped down on the bed.

"I'm resting," Halley chuckled, "Bryce wasn't easy on me at all," she added, "but why did you two argue?"

Dixie chuckled, "No more cobwebs for you bestie."

"It's what I've been waiting for, but why did you two fight?"

"He's tutoring someone. Het name is Sarah and she comes to his house every day from 12 to 6 p.m., and I don't like the idea, so he made me look stupid, and oh you bitch, thanks for letting him know about the name slip."

"First and foremost, I'm sorry. I had to tell him because I didn't want you two to break up, and what the hell is going on? Is your love life ever monotonous?"

"I wish it was," Dixie grumbled, "but here we have this Sarah girl, who is also really attractive, I might add."

"Sarah Bailey? Is she short-ish, has really big and perky boobs and dresses like a-" Halley began, but Dixie interrupted her. Not on purpose, but as a result of an urge.

"She dresses not so modestly? Yes, it's probably her. I also have no idea what her last name is."

"Dixie, she isn't exactly the type of girl you'd want to hang out with your guy. Her name is well-known at school, particularly in my year. She just sleeps with whomever she wants. At one point, even the principal was involved. She's a seductress, to be sure. It's very awful news, "Halley elaborated.

Dixie yelled, "You're fucking joking!" Her worst nightmares were becoming a reality.

"Noah is a good guy to you. He would never hurt you, but she is really harmful, so keep Noah under check so she doesn't spread anything and claim "he slept with her" or some such "sexual assault" card for free attention."

They talked for a little longer before Halley hung up the phone and Dixie began to cry. She knew she should always trust her instincts, and Sarah was clearly bad trouble. Dixie called Noah three times but he didn't pick up, which made her suspicious and irritated. She was concerned about his well-being. She knew he only had approximately an hour of class with that girl left at 5 p.m., but that didn't stop her from texting him.

Dixie D'Amelio: hi, I've called you like 10 times and no answer. When are you going to call me back. Ily

sent at 5:04pm

Dixie was on bound to overthinking life right now and Noah better hope she didn't get to that crazy girlfriend stage.

Noah

I'm fucked. I'm completely fucked. Dixie was taking it a lot more seriously than I thought, and I could see why. Dixie might have felt threatened, especially considering Sarah's demeanor. But, at least on my end, I was only there to instruct her in psychology and ancient psych units 1-6.

Sarah and I arrived at my place after leaving school. While she was making herself at home in the living room, I went to charge my phone. This session was already late so I didn't want to postpone the time anymore plus when Dixie calls or comes over at 6, she's not expecting to see anyone but me.

"Are your psychology textbooks with you?" Her book bag appeared to be a little too empty to hold those enormous textbooks, but I never judge a book bag by its first sigh.

"Um no sir," she sighed, "do you have one you could lend me?" My immediate opinion was that she should not have come to class without the proper supplies, but everyone makes errors, so she most likely simply forgot.

"Yes, I do," I said angrily, "but please come with all of the stuff next class." She nodded.

"Introduction to psychology, which includes fundamental vocabulary and methodology, is the first thing you learn in year one. It's not difficult, but it does necessitate a significant amount of personal reading time. " I m particularly stressed the personal note.

"Is this the year we learn about sex anatomy, BDSM, and other such things?"

"No, that's something you learn in year two," I pointed out.

"So you're going to teach me that?"

Slowly but steadily, I am becoming disgusted and creeped out. No one loves a desperate lady, and the air reeked of desperation.

"No, I'm contemplating taking out after this semester. You'll be given a new teacher. But let us return to the lesson,"told her. Her smile faded, but she quickly refocused and began taking notes.

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Noah continued to teach for a few more hours before calling it a day at 5:30 p.m. He was becoming psychologically exhausted and uneasy. Sarah would fix her skirt on purpose to reveal her already exposed thighs and cleavage to him. She had the impression that this was turning him on, but in reality, he just wanted the session to be over.

Dixie, on the other hand, was both jealous and irritated. Her rage didn't go away and didn't seem to be going away any time soon. 5:30 rolled around, and she still hadn't heard anything from Noah. She went to study and grab dinner because there were a lot of things going on in her head. For a while, this kept her focused.

Dixie D'Amelio: I hope you know you aren't getting any head or sex. Keep fucking pissing me off.

sent at 5:35 pm

Dixie was no longer playing games with this man. Her rage was uncontrollable, and she shouldn't have had to. In this scenario, jealousy was perfectly acceptable, especially when her guy's sentiments were so strong, and as she's always been told, believe your intuition.

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"Now that it's 5:35, Sarah, you should be done with the activity. When you get a break, you can leave at 6 p.m. When I return, I'll give you your homework," he said before he left.

She gave him a friendly grin and took out her phone. Sarah got nothing out of today's classes, and she didn't even need them. She came to check out Dr. Beck and see what all the fuss was about, and the longer she stayed, the more she realized what all the fuss was about.

Noah ran upstairs for his phone, and when he checked the notifications, he almost had a heart attack. Dixie had probably called and texted him more times today than she had any other day, and he felt terrible seeing all of the messages she had left. She was plainly both hurt and irritated.

Sarah, on the other hand, was rummaging through the downstairs. Her mind pondered if he was married or in a relationship, especially because there were no images or mentions of anyone about his house.

Noah Beck: hey baby. I promise I'll call you in a few minutes and im fine.

sent at 5:46pm

With this in mind, he raced downstairs to give Sarah her assignment and dismiss the class with her.

"Read up on unit 2 for tomorrow; I'll be testing you on it as well-"

"Are you married, sir?" she asked, interrupting Noah's thought process. This had no bearing on the current issue, but it was done on the spur of the moment. As awful as it sounds, she was thinking aloud.

"That's a strange question to ask a teacher, but no, I'm not married," he clarified. "I'm in a relationship, but I'm not married yet." Back to the class, read unit 2 for a test tomorrow and remember your text book; I despise lazy people."

Sarah was frightened. She was well aware that his interest was a long way off, but a girl like her will go to any length to attract a man's attention. All of her attempts were futile as this man was only interested in one person.

It was around 6 p.m. when Dixie dialed Noah's number. As soon as he realized this, he quickly answered the phone.

"I swear you think this is a fucking joke," she remarked enviously.

"Hey, my love, I know, I deserve that."

"Where were you? What have you been up to?"

He excused himself before answering and informed Sarah she was free to leave. Sarah didn't like it, but she went regardless.

N: Where was I? What do you even mean? I was tutoring a student and my phone was upstairs.

D: bull shit you never leave your phone at all. I swear to Jesus.

N: I'm not lying to you. I went to grab your psychology text book in my study to lend Sarah.

D: who the fuck comes to class without a book?

N: exactly what I asked her, it was a very uncomfortable session.

D: uncomfortable how?

N: no need for violence baby. But she was just being desperate. Like she wanted me to give her attention and see her but I don't fancy her, I fancy you. She even asked if I was married and got a bit displeased when I answered her.

Dixie sighed heavily before responding.

N: baby.... You there?

D: yes I'm there and of course she did that. I told you she's that type of girl. What the fuck is this? Noah I'm telling you this right now and I don't care how weak it makes me sound. She makes me feel insecure and I don't ever feel insecure.

N: You're literally all I want all the time. I love you so much and I'm sorry it's making you insecure.

D: I know but I can't be okay when she's literally throwing herself at you. And asking you if you're married what does that have to with psychology ? What did you tell her?

N: i told her that I'm not married yet but I'm in a relationship

D: Mhm okay

N: it's understandable, I get that you feel threatened. Do you want me to come over?

D: no I don't want to see you right now I'm not feeling well and I'm having a bad day.

N: Baby? Fine I'll see you tomorrow. Are you ready for your exams tomorrow?

D: maybe when I get the paper I'll see. I can't believe this happened.

N: let's not talk about her; let's talk about you.

D: Noah are you drunk or horny or both. I know that tone too well.

N: I haven't drank today and I'm always horny around you.

D: Did you not read the message I sent you? I clearly said you aren't getting any sex or head from me.

N: not fair at all, i didn't do anything

D: yeah you didn't do anything except the fact you're tutoring a shameful slut but yeah we'll overlook that right.

N: she's not my slut, she's someone else's and I don't care.

D: because I'm your slut and I heard she fucked your brother too

N: I wouldn't be surprised if she did. She better continue screwing him. I only want my penis inside of you.

D: that's literally where it's supposed to be. I'm so sex deprived and I'm upset at the world. Goodnight.

N: it's like 6:01 pm come on can I come over please?

D: not very dominant now are you?

N: there's a thin rule between dominancy and being a boyfriend or whatever.

D: what the fuck do you mean by boyfriend or whatever? I don't even want to know. Goodnight because you keep pissing me off. I'm going to sleep.

N: I didn't mean it like that dixie. I love you

D: I will say I love you on a day I'm not mad at you.

and with that said, she hung up and went to bed.

Noah has never been in a meaningful relationship before, so he's still learning the ropes. Dixie is suddenly 100 times more sensitive than she was before, and he's at a loss for what to do. It really wounded his heart when she expressed her insecurity about the situation.

He should have known better than to give her space, but he gave her tonight to sleep and relax. I'm hoping for a better day tomorrow. Dixie wept herself to sleep because she was overthinking everything about her relationship while Noah left to mark papers and eat dinner.