The Undercover Bad Boy

Chapter Four: Motorbikes and Rock Music

Chapter Four - Motorbikes and Rock Music

Tara was seated in between Zachary and me, her legs crossed over each other. She was currently in a mediating position with her eyes shut. Her hair was pulled out of her face and tied at the top of her head in the form of a messy bun.

"Okay, guys. Do you know why you are both here?" she questioned, clasping both of her hands together.

Zachary folded his arms over his chest and looked in the opposite direction.

Over the past week, we have been at each other's throats. We didn't like each other. At all.

He just didn't appreciate my sense of humour.

To top it all off, my maths was definitely not improving. I didn't know what it was, but there was something that made us hate one another. Our last argument ended up with me calling him a frickle-frackle master and him calling me a ­self-absorbed, idiotic female dog - his exact words, not mine.

The rest of my friends took a liking to Zachary, meaning that he was always around. When we were with other people, he would ignore my existence. When it was just the two of us, it was the beginning of World War III.

Finally, after explaining to Tara what actually happened when he was tutoring me and her witnessing one of our arguments herself, Tara decided to have a 'counselling' session with the both of us.

We were sitting in an empty class room. Our chairs were moved so that we were angled towards Tara, who was at the front, balancing on the teacher's desk.

"You dislike each other, am I correct?"

"With a passion," I grumbled.

"I second that," Zachary added.

Tara was deep in thought as she examined a strand of her blonde hair that escaped her bun. "I know what the problem is," she said suddenly. She didn't wait for us to say anything. "You need to get to know each other better."

I raised an eyebrow. I didn't like where this was going at all. It looked like Zachary didn't either.

"Go to the mall, do things that friends do, and maybe you'll finally be able to at least tolerate each other's presence seeing as you both have something to benefit from this tutoring business."

"That's not a bad idea actually," Zachary said slowly.

"Wait-"

"Great, so today after school, you and Alex will go to the mall," stated Tara, interrupting me.

"Am I clear?" she demanded.

"Crystal," I replied dryly before I stormed out of the classroom.

I didn't want to spend time with him afterschool. It would just lead to more arguing. This time in public. But, I had to try. The sake of my math grade was in Zachary's hands.

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"It looks like you'll be coming with me," Zachary sighed as we walked down the school steps.

"Looks like it." I was too tired to make a sarcastic reply.

I followed him through the car park and almost bumped into the back of him when he stopped directly in front of a motorbike. After regaining my balance, I realised that the motorbike was actually his motorbike.

"I didn't expect you to ride one," I commented.

He smirked at me, shaking his head slightly. "People and their stereotypes."