----‧₊˚✧ 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 #1 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ✧˚₊‧----
Layla Ibrahim has one goal: to excel in school and prove she's the best. The only problem? She just failed a subject, and the last person she wants help from is Louis Miller-the annoyingly char...
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Why does life laugh in my face every damn time? I thought I'd never have to interact you with that guy again. But no, Mrs Geller had other plans for us. Thank you for that, by the way. And what the hell is wrong with his face? He keeps smiling at me like I'm the most amusing thing in the world. If we weren't in class right now, I'd flip him off and throw a brick right at his face.
The bell rings, interrupting my thoughts. I sigh deeply, brushing my hair back with my hand. Okay, this might be not as bad as I thought. I'll try to stay calm. Emphasis on the word: try.
"Girl, are you okay? What's wrong?" Madelyn speaks from behind me. I look around and I realize everyone has left already except me and Madelyn. "You kept glancing at that brown-haired guy. Who is he? Is he a new crush—", she asks with a gasp.
"A what? Have you gone mad? He's that guy that I told you about, the one who made me drop my project. And I, if you haven't noticed, am still holding a grudge. He's a blind idiot, clearly." I scoff, crossing my arms.
Madelyn has been waiting for me to find a guy who I could show interest in. After the last one, though, I don't think I could do that anytime soon. That asshole made me hate men with a passion. As if I don't already do that, anyway.
"A gorgeous blind idiot, might I add." she wiggles her eyebrows, getting up after she finishes packing her bag. I roll my eyes as I get up as well, walking with her outside the classroom. Gorgeous? I wouldn't go that far to saying that. Maybe, it's just his chocolate-brown colored eyes and his brown wavy hair that give him the slight appeal. It's just the personality that matters to me, anyway.
I halt my movements when I see him standing in the middle of the hallway near the classroom, waving a hand, and signaling for me to come over. Madelyn gives me a look, coughing to herself. I walk reluctantly to where he is, looking at him as he gives me a provoking grin. "I'm so pleased that we've met yet again. And now, the person who will help you get those grades up will be the person who you despise the most. Isn't this ironic?" He says as he sighs, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
He's having way too much fun with this, and I'm already holding back from rearranging his entire face to wipe that satisfied expression off of it. "Yes, well if you're done gloating now, can we make a studying schedule for the sessions?"
He looks at me with a thoughtful expression. "Are you okay with three times a week?" He asks. "Also, what places are you comfortable at the most? The studying space around you helps you focus more."
I pause to think about this. I'd rather not study at libraries, I always end up falling asleep there. It just never worked for me. Coffee shops, however, are my kind of zone for studying. I may have been studying there more than at home for the never-ending coffee because if Mom ever saw me drinking another cup of coffee at home, she'd tell me that I'd have a stroke from too much caffeine. "Coffee shops.", I decide.
