Avery Turner, a perfectionist with a double life, and Kyran Drake, a charismatic boy with secrets, find their fates intertwined when their secrets threaten to unravel their dreams-will they overcome their differences to protect their futures, or wil...
Have you ever never wanted to interact with someone so much, but in the end, all your efforts are futile and now you have to interact with them?
Well, unfortunately for me, this is exactly what is happening to me right now. I am so lucky when it comes to this. I have spent my entire school life staying blissfully away from Kyran Drake and now, I'm being pulled into his twisted orbit.
Why does this have to happen to me? I have an extraordinarily strong feeling that Ms. Walton knew what she was doing when she asked me to tutor him. Honestly.
When I first looked at the offer, it seemed like a dream come true. Of course, I get paid, and my grade will be fixed back to an A+. That's excellent news, except the major catch is that I must tutor Kyran Drake.
Shit.
I looked back to see Ms. Walton aggressively typing away on her laptop and refrained from asking her to reconsider her offer and let me tutor someone else. Kyran was nearly failing. His GPA was a remarkable sight. There's a reason Ms. Walton wanted Kyran to up his grades ASAP.
Oooh, what if they're related?
That doesn't help my case. I started with printing out all the freshman schedules, followed by the sophomore and the juniors. Arranging them neatly into the form folders, I felt triumphant, yet there was a worry inside of me.
I really didn't want to tutor Kyran. It could go very wrong.
I reassured myself by saying that I didn't know Kyran, so there's a possibility that he's just a nice guy with bad company.
Haha, funny joke.
I ignored my thoughts and started working to clear my mind.
I was nearly 40 minutes in when people started pouring into the reception to collect their schedules. The freshmen looked incredibly apprehensive and were over-apologizing to me, believing that I was a hired secretary. It made me feel important and boosted my ego until someone who had seen me before glared at me while walking past. By quarter to eight, I had gotten the entire folders organized, handed out the IDs to freshmen and I was ready to tell Ms. Walton that I needed to go to my first class which happened to be - English Language and Literature.
Delightful, Kyran just had to be in this class.
Ms. Walton gave me a thumbs up and mouthed a quick thank you from inside her room. I smiled and took my schedule and a copy of Kyran's and his report card in my backpack. Walking through these corridors suddenly felt different. I made my way to the English, feeling anxious and dejected.
