𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓S

⭕HIS CONDITIONS FOR SCRATCH-CHAPTER-10

Meera pov:

Okay, so maybe... just maybe, scratching Adrian's Ducati was a tiny mistake. But how was I supposed to know it was his?! I just parked for two minutes! And now... he's standing in front of me like a drama king with that smug grin.

"There's a small price to pay for my forgiveness, Fresa," he said, tapping his chin like he was solving a murder case.

I blinked. "C-conditions?" I asked, my voice came out like a squeak. Why does he always look like he knows exactly what I'm thinking?

Adrian cleared his throat like he was about to give a TED Talk. "Since you've brutally injured my Ducati, you are now officially sentenced."

Sentenced?! Excuse me??

"First," he said, holding up a finger, "you're gonna be my personal tutor. Four sessions a week. Your notes, your time, your muffins."

I blinked again. "My... what now?"

He didn't stop. "And during those sessions, you're bringing your famous muffins. I need brain food."

I was still processing that when he dropped the next bomb.

"Also, I'm teaching you how to ride a two-wheeler. Personally. You don't get to learn from anyone else. Only me. Private lessons. Compulsory."

Okay what?! Why did that sound way more intense than it needed to?

I crossed my arms, trying to sound brave even though my heart was doing somersaults. "So if I don't agree to all this, no forgiveness? Is that it?"

"Exactly," he smirked. The nerve of this guy!

I huffed, spun around to leave, and called out to Elena and Dahlia, "Then keep your forgivness then, Come on girls, let's go! This is ridiculous."

But before I could take two steps, bam, Adrian was already blocking my way, leaning way too close with that infuriating smirk of his.

"Not so fast, Fresa," he said in that annoyingly smooth voice. "Your conscience won't let you walk away. And... if I tell your papá about your little two-wheeler stunt today, hmm? Think he'll let you ride again before 2030?"

My stomach dropped. He wouldn't. Wait... actually, he totally would.

Diego chimed in like this was some telenovela. "If it was anyone else, Adrian would've gone full Hulk mode. You should be thankful he's going easy on you."

Luis added dramatically, "Even my abuela says, 'If you don't get forgiven for a mistake we commited, you'll be haunted in your dreams.'"

What even—?

I bit my lip, feeling trapped. I mean, I didn't want to teach him anything. But the thought of spending time with him... those eyes, that cocky face... Ugh, shut up, brain.

"...Fine," I mumbled, staring at the ground. "I'll do it."

I heard a small victorious sigh from Adrian like he'd just won a bet.

But of course, Dahlia being Dahlia, stormed in, "This is insane! You're torturing her!"

Elena followed, "Seriously, Adrian. You're being way too much."

Adrian didn't miss a beat. "Oh? Since you two are so involved, you're joining the program. You'll be tutoring Luis and Diego. They were also responsible for scratching my bike."

My eyes widened. Wait—what?! Since when were they part of this?

The boys looked way too happy with that announcement.