Tutoring The Bad Boy

"All women are bitches."

"Huh?" I looked at Brittany with confusion laced in my eyes.

"She is stating the thoughts of Ace." Janice said, sipping her apple fruit juice.

I shrugged as I rolled my eyes, "All idiots think that way."

"True." Alan piped.

"But where is Ace?" Logan asked, looking around the cream colored plain canteen.

Instantly our eyes went to the table at the far end of canteen. That table had been there since the past three years and no one dared to even walk anywhere near it. There were rumors that anyone who went near it would be attacked by some unseen force. Some even insisted that there was a demon lurking under the table and they had seen him. Purple in color with red horns and black lips. He had yellow eyes and only wore a green halfpant with no shirt, showing off his pot belly.

But then devils aren't born they are created!

That devil table was basically owned by the Trouble Triggers (TTs) consisting of Maxwell or Max, Dylan and Bryan or Ace. They were glued to each other by hips, if it wasn't for the constant rumors about them hanging out with different girls every week, anyone would think they were in a relationship with each other. Surprisingly this time there were only 2 guys sitting there Max and Dylan. Ace was missing.

"Maybe he's gone for some mission." I joked, glancing around the crowded canteen again for any sight of him.

Majority people in New Era High School thought that the three, the TTs were gangsters who kidnapped and killed people, yet that didn't stop desperate girls from hitting on them or going to any empty room to share juices with them. And by juices I don't mean the fruity packed ones that taste delicious.

"Without his minions? Impossible." Janice said, shaking her head and laughing.

We shared a laugh still wondering over Bryan's absence. If one was sick the other had very high fever and the other diarrhea. Like I said they were stuck to the hips. Wherever you go, I follow.

'Joanna Williams, please come to the main office.'

Everyone looked at me in question as they heard the announcement.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Another work for the upcoming school festival, most probably."

"Being class president sucks." Janice stated and I nodded my head in agreement.

I bid them a quick goodbye and walked towards the headmistress's cabin. Being the class president was not at all easy especially when majority students choose to attend drunken parties rather than helping in any form of school work. But I don't blame them. It's a teenage thing. Hell I would prefer to shove all this stupid work up the headmistress's ass and enjoying drinking my ass off. Teenagers.

YOLO. You Only Live Once.

"You need to work harder than this. We all know you have the ability and knowledge yet you choose not to use it. Why are you doing this? I will not appreciate or tolerate this kind of behavior from anyone especially you. If I see another B in your mark sheet, you will be suspended."

I stood frozen outside Mrs. Finn's cabin, wondering which student was facing a warning from her. She was a typical high school headmistress prim, proper, confident, austere and always finding fault in every student like it was her personal hobby. The fault in our students, her personal book. She had a habit of shouting at all weak students, probably that's why many feared to get less than a B in finals. But having a B is pretty okay, right?

"Whatever." Was the simple, short, noninterested reply.

My jaw dropped as I recognized the deep, smooth and raspy voice. Ace.

That's why he wasn't at the canteen table, he was here getting an earful from Mrs. Finn. Just thinking about his bored expression as Mrs. Finn drawled on about his behavior hoping he would actually care, made me chuckle.

I crossed my fingers hoping Mrs. Finn wouldn't shout at me. I never took rebukes well. I would always get teary eyed after it. Some words cut deeper than a knife. And hers surely did.

I knocked the door timidly and heard a firm 'come in'. Opening the door I saw Mrs. Finn sitting on her chair and glaring at Ace, who was sitting on the chair looking at Mrs. Finn's family photo frame instead of her. All I could see was his nape and the tattoo he had since almost a year now and his black messed up hair, and I was content. I didn't want to see his unfortunately heartstopping and pantydropping face and forget every chemical equation and mathematical formula that I had managed to learn in my 17 years of existence.

"Miss. Williams, please have a seat." Mrs. Finn said, pointing at the chair besides Ace.

I gulped and smartly took the chair farthest from him. Still not daring to look at him. He doesn't even look that good.

"Mr. Michael Copper here doesn't study."

"Michael?" I frowned in confusion.

Mrs. Finn looked at me with wary eyes and I felt a heated gaze on my left cheek.

"Ace." Mrs. Finn simply said, pointing at him.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, remembering his full name. Bryan Michael Cooper. Mrs. Finn always called the TTs with their middle names. I honestly don't know why.

"He needs a tutor." Mrs. Finn started and I immediately nodded, understanding where this was going.

"Logan always gets an A in all the subjects but then he can't explain even the Newton's laws properly. So I am afraid he can't tutor Ace. Janice is good, in studies as well as explanations. I can talk to her about this, I am sure she will agree. But she had dance classes on Tuesday's and Thursday's, so "

"You will be his tutor Miss. Williams." Mrs. Finn's final words stopped my rant and my jaw dropped.

"Huh? What?" I halfwhispered, not believing my ears.

Mrs. Finn sighed in clear annoyance. "I said you will be tutoring him for the next 5 months or at least until the finals are done."

I blinked rapidly. "But Ma'am, I have to do all the school fest work as well as my own homework and studies. I hardly have time." I argued. The thought of spending so much time with Ace certainly didn't appeal to me.

"Oh and about that. I decided its high time Bryan did something for the college other than fighting with teachers and students and creating problems for everyone so he will also assist you in the school work. I am sure both of you together can finish it faster, of course there will be students assisting you two. I expect a good outcome."

"What?!" This time both of us shrieked, But I didn't dare look at his obviously furious and stunned face, strikingly similar to mine.

"Tutoring is okay. But working with a female? No." He spat the word girl, making me cringe a little. Excuse me? You're here because some female gave birth to you. Respect us!

"Even I am not interested in working with or tutoring a complete jerkpot." I snapped back.

"I am not talking to you, you bitch."

"Who said I was talking to you, you walking tool."

"No swearing in my cabin."

We both ignored Mrs. Finn as he disputed again.

"You fucking lizard with no tail."

I gasped. "You pig with a long nose."

"You donkey with a huge phallus."

"You ape with a vagina as big as your ego."

"ENOUGH!"

We instantly quieted but both of us were breathing a little heavily from the animal argument.

"What is this? National Geographic show?" Mrs. Finn shouted, shooting draggers at us.

I gulped feeling guilty. From the corner of my eyes I saw Ace's lips reluctantly tug upwards at but managed to remain devoid of expressions. Of course he would find this hilarious, that evil Vampire with extra sparkling effect!

Mrs. Finn looked at us and then sighed, pressing her forehead with her thumb and middle finger, a clear sign that her anger molecule would break and all the atoms would fall on us. Not wanting to be a target to those dangerous atoms, I got up hurriedly.

"Okay ma'am. I'll try. Bye." I said and walked outside the cabin.

Leaning on the side wall, I took a deep breath of relief and frustration. The opening of door made me turn my head.

"So tutor, how's life?" His one hand slipped into his jeans pocket as he smirked at me. I looked at Ace with incredulity and bubbling anger. He never ever talks to me, like ever. The only times he's talked to me was when he needed a rubber or some notes. And just a few seconds back, he insulted me. And now suddenly he's asking me about my life. What a blind snakefish!

"It was better until I had to tutor and work with you." I snapped.

"Oh PMSing?" he asked, winking at me.

I fisted my hands on the sides. "No but maybe you are." I simply said and turned to go my next class.

"Tomorrow after school, my place."

I turned back, snorting at his order. "Excuse me?"

"For tutoring." He shrugged, putting his other hand in his jeans pockets. Those legs!

"I am busy tomorrow after school." I informed him.

He raised his left eyebrow, clearly not expecting a girl like me to have plans after school. "With?"

My personal cactus plant. "School festival."

"Cool. I have to help in that too. So we'll go to my place after that." He said and then turned and walked away.

I started at his retreating back, completely baffled. What does he think he is? Just ordering me around. I am supposed to be his tutor but it seemed the exact opposite. Despite that I couldn't help but stare at his body as he walked off confidently in his white tshirt and blue jeans. No, he wasn't hot at all. Eww.

Just before taking a left, he looked back at me. "And wear something sexy muffin." He winked and walked away. Just like that.

My eyes widened and jaw dropped. Muffin? I am a food stuff to him now? Just his one last sentence made the whole idea tutoring sound wrong. It seemed like he was giving me seducing lessons. My face grew warm from embarrassment as a few students stared at us, greedily swallowing the gossip for next ten weeks. I knew the headlines tomorrow would be 'Bryan, the leader of Trouble Triggers achieving a one night stand from the class president, Joanna by calling her 'muffin''.

Dumb high school rumors.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. How was I going to resist this stupid bad boy and these stupid rumors if he kept saying such things?

"What?"

"Are you crazy?"

"No, is Mrs. Finn crazy?"

"Guys shut up!" I finally ordered.

"Sorry." Janice said, not sounding sorry at all. "But are you crazy to tutor Ace?"

"Tutoring that Ace? Ridiculous, I never even knew he needed tutoring." Logan remarked, leaning on his car.

"He probably does. Half of the times he will be in the school backyard either smoking or punching someone. I have never seen the TTs in any class. God knows why they even spend the energy and money to come here." Brittany ranted.

"I never knew why you hate them so much." I commented, looking at her in question.

Her eyes widened, "I uh just they irritate me. That's it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Sure?"

"Yeah, we should get going." Britt said, going towards her car.

I looked at Janice and Logan in confusion at the abrupt change but they just shrugged back clearly having no idea about it. What are you hiding Brittany?

"Bitch you are dropping me today, right?" Janice asked, walking to my car.

"Yep, hop in bitch." I answered, sitting in the driver seat.

"Can you handle Bryan?" She suddenly asked after sometime. She lowered the volume so Taylor Swift's Blank Space seemed just about audible.

"What do you mean?" I gave her a puzzled glance.

"He has dark brown eyes, you have blue eyes. His hair are black, yours are light brown. His face makes every girl drool and yours makes guys swoon. He obviously works out, you too do... well sometimes, walking till the kitchen. He has an awesome body with an almost eight pack, you have great boobs and booty. He has"

"Come to the point, Janie."

She huffed but answered anyway. "What I mean is he is hot, you are hot. Just don't get burnt."

I chuckled at her sentence. "I won't." I said and added 'I hope' in my mind.

"No Kayla. You have to put this on the left side not on the right. Pay attention." I admonished in an irritated voice.

"I am sorry." She murmured timidly.

I nodded and pointed to the left side, indicating her to change the position of posters. After making sure they were at the right place, I walked away to supervise the other things.

My eyes went to the wall clock for the sixth time. Almost 4.30 and yet that stupid Bryan had to make his presence known. Just one talk and he was already starting to get on my nerves. Patience was never my friend and right now it was enjoying annoying me, thanks to Bryan.

Bloody prick. Who did he think he is? President of Narnia?

A scowl grew on my face as I remembered what happened during the break, he had come to my regular table, saying only two words'After school'. And that was enough for the whole student body to spread another round of rumors about their senior class president banging the hottest bad boy. Yeah right. Like I have no other options!

From that instance I have been snapping at every person for nothing and everything. Like I shouted at Janice because she lost my favorite pen and at Logan when he stole a chocolate from my bag. The last one is valid. No one steals my food without me going all Ninja!

"He didn't come?" Brittany's voice came from behind me.

I turned and saw her entering the room with a bunch of papers in her hand. Her zipper hanging on her shoulder.

I snorted. "Obviously not and if he doesn't come in the next 5 minutes, I am personally going snap his neck in two."

She grinned. "Oh yeah? You can barely snap a twig in two."

I glared at her. "I can."

She rolled her eyes as she put the papers on a table. "He's probably reluctant because you are a girl."

"I still don't know why he hates the female race so much."

She shrugged, "No one does except maybe Dylan and Max."

I looked at Brittany closely. "Why do you hate Bryan?"

She froze, her hand midway in air then she chuckled nervously. "I don't. He's just um so irritating?"

I almost rolled my eyes at that. How would she know he's irritating when they don't even talk? "What are those papers?" I asked, changing the subject.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "The names of all nearby schools to be invited for our school festival and some sample invitations."

"Cool, I'll go through them."

We just stood there for few minutes, looking at the preparations and talking about the latest Grey's Anatomy episode.

"You can go." I finally told her. "You have got guitar classes."

She shrugged. "Not like I like them but my mom will probably kill me if I miss another class."

I chuckled. "Yeah." We grinned and she left after giving me quick wave. I sighed as I took out my phone and scrolled through the texts, wishing I had his number so that I could call and scream at him. Replying to the few texts I receive from my only friends, I put the phone back in my pocket.

I glanced at the clock again, 4.50. He is so dead. I am going to strangle him, break his neck and then rip the head of his body and feed it to baby sharks piece by piece.

"You all can go home now. Be here after school again tomorrow. There's still much to do." I announced to the students working on the preparations.

They all nodded relived and ran out of the room. I sighed as I started to pack my bag. I put all the papers given by Brittany in my folder and then realized that now the folder was so huge that it won't fit into my bag. I frowned at the folder and took it in my hands, turning to go.

Just as I reached the door, I crashed into someone and the folder flew out of my hands, the papers flying all over the place.

"Fuck." We both said at the same time.

I turned to look at the person I crashed and immediately felt anger take over me.

"You! Who do you think you are? Can't you see and walk or are did you lose your vision? And what are you even doing here? Weren't you supposed to come and help me TWO HOURS ago?" My glance then fell to the papers that were still floating midair. "And now look what you did." I pointed to all the papers spread around us. "All these are important papers, you better pick them up before"

"Shut up bitch." Ace barked making me take a step back.

My eyes widened as I took a step back. I stared at him with new found hatred and ferocity. Bitch? You male donkey!

"I was busy okay." He continued.

I closed my eyes and nodded mutely, not trusting my voice. I knew I would break; I was at the verge of crying. Too much pent up anger always made me cry. I breathed in, blinking away the tears threatening to drop. I bent down and started picking up the papers, not even having the courage to look at him. What was the use? I would just snap at him.

After a few awkward seconds, I saw Ace on his knees, picking up the papers on the right. I snorted at that, look who's helping.

I looked to my side, making sure there were no more papers fallen there. I saw one paper on the right side and reached to pick it up at the same time as Ace's hand landed on the paper. Our hands touched and I felt a bolt of current shoot through me.

My eyes flew to his face. He was staring at me with an unknown expression. His chocolaty brown eyes pierced into my sapphire blue ones, making me forget every equation and formula that I had ever learnt. The only thing I could see or understand or remember was his eyes. Such beautiful ones. I was going deeper and deeper into them. Into his own personal chocolate factory. Yum.

"Are you undressing me mentally?" His snooty voice awakened me from my daydreaming.

I blinked and looked at him, he was smirking and his previously blank eyes now held amusement. I mentally smacked myself for thinking so much about his eyes.

"Eww. Please, like I want to imagine your disgusting body." I said through gritted teeth, grabbing the paper from his hands and stuffing it in the folder.

"Liar liar pants on fire." He teased.

"Your nose is longer than the telephone wire." I shot back.

His eyebrows furrowed, "That doesn't make sense."

I rolled my eyes, "Of course it does. When Pinocchio lied his nose grew."

"Ah." Was his smart reply.

I started walking towards the parking lot, not caring to see if he was following me.

After a few minutes I felt his presence besides me. "I didn't come today."

I stopped, clutching my folder tighter. Don't slap him. Don't slap him. I mentally chanted in my mind. "Damn I thought you were with me the whole time."

"I was busy." He repeated, ignoring my sarcastic comment.

"I don't care."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you deaf?"

"You get angry very fast." He noticed, adding fuel to my already burning anger.

"You do things that piss me off."

"I just didn't come one day. No biggie." He reasoned.

"Well, don't come any day now." I spat and turned to walk towards my car.

"Why are you overacting?"

I pressed my lips together, my body shaking with rage. "Look I am busy now, can I ignore you some other time?"

"I don't know what makes you act like a bitch but it sure is working." He retorted.

"Do you need a certification for getting on my nerves all the time?"

"Sure and do you need one for acting like 'Drama Queen' everyday?"

I breathed slowly, my hands balled on the sides of the folder. "You know what? Go fuck a cactus. Oh wait! You can't because even a cactus won't stoop that low." Saying that I flicked off my hair and continued to walk to away.

Bryan clearly didn't get the hint. "Oh please! I can list more than ten pages of people who want to bang me. Anyways I don't know what your problem is. But I know that you are supposed to tutor me today and if you don't come now I'll tell Mrs. Finn that you refused to tutor. And I am sure you don't want to be a target of her fury, also she might take away your class president batch and make sure you get less marks." His calm yet cold and taunting voice made me stop in my tracks again. This time the sides of the folder dug into my fingers.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. But it was no use. I was fuming and that would be an understatement. I could literally feel the smoke coming out from my ears. I slowly turned to face him, putting on my best death glare. If glares could kill he would have died 200 times by now and I would just stand there and watch, happily waiting to feed him to the hungry baby sharks.

"You wouldn't dare. And even I can tell that you didn't come to help me today."

"I said I was busy and"

"Well you think you are the only one busy? Even I have a life, better than yours and I am busy too okay." I flared.

"You look hot when you are angry." He replied, smirking at me.

My face grew red and I didn't know if it was from hearing him call me 'hot' or my rising anger. "Flash news! You look like shit all the time."

His smirk grew wider. "That's not what other girls say to me."

"They are either blind or love to lie." I retorted.

His face suddenly grew neutral and his eyes turned cold. "You are right. Girls lie. A lot." Was all that he said.

Making me more confused than ever. I was being sarcastic, of course he understood that. He looked hot every time, in casuals or in boxers. Not that I had seen him in only boxers. But I am positive he would look hot in that too. Not that I want to see. Of course I don't want to see. Oh great! Now my brain will keep thinking about it!

"So are you coming or I'll go?"

I blinked, taking my eyes away from his chest. I sighed in defeat, better get done with this and then ignore him for the rest of life. "I'll come. I have my car."

"Follow me." He said and walked to his motorbike.

Obviously the bad boy had a motorbike. So cliché.

I sat in my car, starting it. I gripped the steering wheel tightly. This was the first time I would be going to his place and I didn't know what to expect. He was rich, that was common knowledge but very few had entered his house. In fact only Dylan and Max might have gone. According to the rumors he goes to the girl's house to do adult stuff.

So I didn't know how it would be. A mansion or a simple two floor house? Did he have any family? If yes, how would they greet me? Would I tutor him in his room or living room? I was sure we would end up in a heated fight again. Did he live far from my house? Would he touch me? Would I let him touch me? All sorts of questions ran in my mind as I followed him through the streets.

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy.

But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster.

I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!