Worth the Effort

Chapter 4 - ORIGINAL

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Stella

After an hour and a half of math review and a countless amount of pick-up lines, I decided to cut the tutor session short. I was already past irritated with Chris and I was ready for the next two months to be over.

At first during the session he didn't try to learn anything at all. I just kept catching him staring at me flirtily, and every time I caught him he would tell me that I'm a total hottie and that I should give him a go because he could "totally rock my world".

I did nothing to hide my disgusted expressions.

Yes, he was cute and all, but I'd never even kissed a boy, let alone done... that. The way he was talking to me made me think that he thought I was super experienced or something, and it made me uncomfortable.

And even if I was willing to let him in my pants, he probably contracted some type of STD from one of those crusty girls at school, which I had no interest in contracting. Too bad his ego was the size of an elephant, because it seemed he never noticed my lack of enthusiasm.

It only took me a half an hour of pleading with him to focus when he finally did, and we actually got some work done. He never stopped with the pick-up lines, though.

It was around 2 that I'd had enough. "You know what, Chris, I think that's enough for today. Pack up your crap, I'll see you on Monday."

To no-one's surprise, he remained seated on the couch. "I'm hungry," he stated, crossing his arms over his chest like a pouting child. He had a determined look on his face saying, give me food or else.

"Well, you can pick something up on your way home. You're rich; I'm sure it wouldn't be an issue for you." I gave him a pointed look and went back to packing up my stuff.

He stood up then and I assumed he was going to leave, so I didn't even glance in his direction. It was only when I heard the refrigerator door open that I looked up from my backpack.

"Hey, Chris, what are you doing?" I quickly finished packing my things and rushed into the kitchen...

Only to find Chris sitting on the kitchen island with an open container of Nutella and a box of strawberries.

Oh, no he didn't.

I stood glaring at him and he sent me a little smile. He dipped a strawberry in the Nutella and brought it to his lips, taking a bite. He got this weird look of ecstasy on his face. He was trying to tease me!

"Chris!" I exclaimed rushing over to him. "That's my favorite snack! Give it back!"

As I was about to reach the Nutella, he grabbed the jar and the strawberries and held them above my head.

I couldn't believe this guy! First, he barges into my house like he owns the place. Then he flirts with me and doesn't even try to pay attention to my math lesson. Now he won't leave my house and is eating my favorite freaking food!

I groaned and jumped up, trying to grab the food from his hands. I was pretty tall for a girl. At 5 foot 10 inches (177.8 cm), I was taller than all of my friends and quite a few boys at school. But Chris, being 6'3" (190.5 cm), was tall enough to hold my delicious food over his head, out of my reach.

Normally I wouldn't complain about his height. Tall guys are hot. But I would shrink him down to 5 feet before I'd let him eat my favorite food.

I kept jumping to try to reach for my food and Chris just held it higher and higher out of my reach.