Original Magcon Imagines

Tutoring - Cameron Dallas

~Cheyenne's POV~

I waited for my door bell to ring as I pace in the living room, back and forth. I was nervous and scared at the same time. I was supposed to tutor the school's bad boy tonight. He gets into trouble every now and then. He gets detention every week but that's nothing to him as long as the principal doesn't call his parents. Every girls wants to be with him. All girls trip over him. I'm one of those girls but I know I'll never get a chance to be with him. Just us. Alone. Until now.

No one was home tonight which made me even more anxious. I can't believe I agreed to principal to tutor him 3 times a week for the whole school year. And the most unbelievable thing is that he's alright with it. Maybe he decided to not come after all? UGH! I just want this to come to an end already. But I was wrong.

The doorbell ring, making me jump a little. I nervously walk to the door, placing my hand on the doorknob. I slowly open it and there stood the school's bad boy I've ever met. Cameron Dallas. He quickly run inside my house, placing his bag on the couch.

"Well, come on in," I say, sarcastically.

He ignores me and walk to my kitchen. I roll my eyes, taking a sit on the couch. He came back to the living room with a bottle of soda in his hands. He sits down beside me, reaching for the remote. He rests his feet on the coffee table, opening the TV.

"I can't believe you actually came," I say, hiding my nervousness.

"Like I would actually try and learn something," he giggles, sarcastic tone on his voice while he focus on the TV screen.

"Ok, that's it," I sigh, grabbing the remote from him.

"Hey, I was watching something," he yells, trying to get the remote back.

"I don't care," I yell back to him. "You're here to get your grades up for you to graduate. You've been stuck in grade 12 for 2 years. Do you really want to spend another year in grade 12 or do you want to graduate so you could get out of school?"

"Of course, I want to graduate," he simply replies, sitting back down to his seat.

"Then study," I yell back right after he replied. "You're not going to graduate if you keep failing your tests."

"What am I supposed to do?" he questions me.

"I don't know, listen to the discussion, write some notes down," I reply in a duh tone.

"Fine," he sighs under his breath, while he reach down to his bag. "But only because you look sexy when you're mad."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing," he simply responds, winking at me.

I gulp loudly as I examine his features. His brown hair was all over the place, which made him look even sexier. His wearing a white t-shirt, making me see his hard nipple underneath and a black shorts.

"Cheyenne, I know I look sexy," I heard him say, smirking at me. "But please stop ogling at me."

"Don't flutter yourself too much, Mr. Dallas," I reply, raising one of my eyebrow.

"C'mon I know you like me," he smirks. "Everyone likes me."

"That's what you think," I say, smirking back to him. "Not that much people actually likes you."

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes, pulling out a book from his bag. "Let's just get this over with."

I sit down on the floor, the coffee table in front of me. He sits down beside me while he hands me his Math textbook. He flips the pages over and stop at one page full of questions.