Falling for the nerd is hard but falling for him only gets harder when it threatens to take away your status at the top of the social ladder.
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Olivia Thorne had never really...
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A/N: This book is going through major editing and there may be major changes to the plot.
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I took a drag of the cigarette and slowly exhaled, watching as the puff of smoke formed an odd shape in front of my face. The ash from the burning tip dropped on my leather jacket when I brought the cigarette to my lips again. I groaned and dusted my jacket.
Done with the cigarette, I threw it to the floor -it was barely up to two inches now- and crushed it with the heel of my boot. I had been outside here for a while now and I was getting irritated. I leaned away from my bike and adjusted my clothes.
I heard a door open, and I turned around to face the house I was standing in front of. The guy I had been waiting for finally walked out, my book in his hand.
Took him long enough.
He wore blue loose jeans and a plain and boring blue long-sleeved shirt. I was surprised he wasn't wearing glasses. His black hair was a mess, not the sexy type of mess, but the one that made you scrunch up your nose like I was doing now.
Now standing in front of me, he stretched my book forward.
"What took you so long?" I asked and reached for my book.
He didn't release it immediately till I tugged at it. I watched him, hoping he would look up at me, but he didn't. His gaze remained on the floor.
I rolled my eyes and opened the book. I flipped the pages until I found the one I was looking for. The first thing I noticed was his penmanship. It was beautiful even though all he wrote were signs, symbols and numbers.
I studied the work and was satisfied with what I saw. The answers he got looked like they were correct. I had no other options anyway and besides, Matt assured me that the guy was good, so I had nothing to fear.
I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out the hundred-dollar bill. I smoothened it out before handing it to him.
"Here you go. Thank you." I closed the book with a soft thud, but the guy jumped, obviously startled.
He studied the bill in his hand and slowly looked up, meeting my eyes for the first time. I sucked in a breath. His eyes were beautiful: blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean on a beautiful summer day.
"We agreed on fifty, not hundred." His lips formed a small frown, and I lifted a brow in question.
He should be happy I paid him a hundred, double of what he asked for just to get my calculus homework done for me. Anyone else would be elated.
"And I gave you a hundred. You should be happy." I opened my backpack and tucked my book inside before zipping it up and securing it on my back.
The guy still stood there, and I stopped my attempt to climb on my bike.
