Lessons From Mr. Bad Boy |COMPLETED|✔

~Chapter 9~

I laughed, yes, I laughed. Was he really being serious? He wanted to give me lessons on being bad?

Through fits of laughter, I was able to spit out, “you? Alex Shavo teach me to-”

“Be bad, yes.” He says unfazed. But I knew he was becoming irritated.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.” I stop, heaving with one hand on my chest.

He was really being serious!

Alex stands from the bed and walks over to his doorway, wait- is he leaving me here?

He bends down and picks up my backpack- that I hadn't noticed was dropped there- and walks back over to me, plummeting it onto my chest.

I furrow my eyebrows looking up at him, “what are you doing?”

He looks down at me before answering, “nothing, I’m pretty sure you can complete that project on your own. Nerd.”

“B-”

“Anyway, I have somewhere to go. So get working.”

“No Ale-” He left. Just like that.

Great!

I knew I wasn’t going to get far with a clouded mind, so I decided to walk around. Alex wouldn’t mind me taking a look at his things, seeing he had somehow gotten permission to scout through mine- my underwear draw to be exact.

I chuckled at the memory.

He was a piece of work!

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A hand on my shoulder shakes me awake.

Oh, my gosh!

Did I-

“You fell asleep.” I look up to see Alex towering over me with a smirk. I squint at the amount of light that greeted my open eyes.

I tried sitting up, realizing where I was and what time it probably was. “Oh, gosh! I’m so late. I’m in so much trouble! What if they called the police and reported me missing? What if Antony finds-”

“Hey!” I am again shaken by Alex, “that's our first lesson”

I look at him confused. Did this boy have some kind of brain block? “Alex! I snuck out and no one knows where I am! How do you get some type of Lesson out of that?!” I began to freak out on him.

“Ginger, sneaking out, is our first lesson on your journey to becoming bad!” He said so calmly that I almost forgot why I was so hectic in the first place.

I look down at my fingers, then back up at him again, “really?” I was somewhat breathing properly again, but my voice held a raspy touch.

“Yes. I- its-”

“But I’ll get in so much trouble and- and I feel awful.”

“That's how your suppose to feel on your first time doing something out of your comfort zone. Really out of it.”

I stare into his eyes, his mesmerizing emerald green-

“What the fuck are you doing? Stop staring at me like that.”

I scrunch up my nose as he scrunch up his in disgust, “I was just trying to find some smartness in you! That sentence was awful!”

He begins to take his shoes off, “all that matters is that you knew what I meant. Did you not?”

“I di- what are you doing?” He pulls his shirt over his head, stripping himself of his pants also.

“Well as your tutor, I have to be rewarded somehow.” He says smiling.