judge me | g.d.

3 - tutor

kiara - tuesday

  we both stand up at the same time to leave mr. fipp's office, the gorgeous boy glaring at me in the process. we exit the main office and not even two seconds after we leave he turns to me.

  "listen, little miss rich girl, i don't need a tutor, especially from someone like you," he says growing all defensive.

"ouch," i mumble.

he rolls his eyes and continues. "so i'm gonna make this easy for the both of us. don't talk to me and certainly don't tutor me. easy, got it?"

"so what time are you coming to my place tonight?" i ask checking my phone and totally ignoring his last words. "six? sounds good, i'll see you then."

i put my phone away and walk towards my second period right as the bell rings. the hallways swarm with people as the boy disappears in the crowd behind me.

after the final bell rings for school to be dismissed i walk to my locker and grab my book bag. i leave the school, walking out to my car and once i'm in i start it up and drive towards my house.

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5:56 pm

i jog down the stairs and towards the kitchen, tidying up even though no one is home to make the place a mess. i walk back into the living room, turning the flat screen off and setting the books out into an arranged pile.

i check the time and it reads 6:02. great, he's late. what was i really expecting, though, for him to show up?

i roll my eyes and finish up the bit of homework i had.

grayson

"ethan, he gave me a fucking tutor!" i yell as ethan stands at my door. "and guess who it is?"

he shrugs his shoulders. "veronica? she's hot."

"no, dumbass, kiara," i say throwing my hands up in the air.

ethan scoffs. "kiara, as in kiara pelton, kiara?"

i nod my head. "yes."

"bro, she's hotter than veronica, you better go," he says slapping my chest.

"shut up, ethan. god, i'm not going! it's pointless! she's just as stupid as me," i sigh sitting down on my bed. "plus i'm already late."

"dude, if she were just as stupid as you she wouldn't be your damn tutor," he says.

"so your saying the rich, snobby girl is smarter and less dumber than me?" i ask with a smirk.

"yes, dip shit now go," he says pointing towards the front door.

i sigh and grab my car keys, slightly pushing ethan out of the way and leaving my house.

a few minutes later i pull up to the grand entrance of the pelton's. the black rod iron fence surrounding the front yard with two tan bricked columns beside either side of the driveway. i drive through the gate and park right out front.

i check the time on my phone and notice i'm past fifteen minutes late. she's probably gonna be pissed and i'm going to pretend i don't care.

i knock on the front door and a woman around her fifties pops up behind it.

"uh, hi, i'm here for kiara," i say and she immediately shuts the door.

i turn around but stop when i hear muffled arguing. the door swings back open and there stands kiara in sweatpants and a tank top.

"come in," she says opening the door wider.

"miss pelton your mother said no boys," the older woman is quick to say.

"yeah, well she's not here anymore, so you can leave," she snaps back.

kiara turns to look at me and motions for me to follow her, the old woman shakes her head in disappointment.

i catch up with kiara and she leads us through a hallway; the walls bare and painted white. she takes a sharp turn and we end up in a living room, which looks just as bare as the rest of the house. a black marble fireplace ascends the far wall, the gold accents being the light fixtures.

she sits down on the expensive looking sofa cuddling up with a faux fur blanket. "sorry about that."

i shake my head and shrug my shoulders. "it's whatever."

she starts writing something and the lead on her mechanical pencil breaks. "fuck."

she glances up at me and then back down at her paper. "are you going to start working or not?"

damn, she's sassy. i grab my papers and set them on a text book, using it as a hard surface to write on.

"so what do you need help with?" she asks still not looking at me.

she bites her lip as she concentrates on writing things down. she glances up at me and catches me staring.

"hello, dolan, focus," she groans, drawing out the word focus.

i snap out of it and roll my eyes. "i don't need help."

"yeah, sure, okay. what's going to make you do some work?" she asks sitting up a little taller. her upper chest flexing against the white material of her tank top.

she sets her pencil down and waves her hand in my face. "eyes up here, buddy."

i smirk and look up into her eyes. "i don't need a tutor, i said this early."

she huffs and blows the air out of her cheeks. "whatever."

her head snaps up like she has an idea and she stands from the couch. she walks over in front of me and smirks, one half of her beautiful face raising up.

she puts one hand on my shoulder and then the other, straddling herself onto my lap. my lower region starts to ache and i force myself to hold back, to not give in. my breath hitches in my throat and she leans close to my ear, her hot breath fanning over my neck.

"will you do your work now?"

a/n: uhhhh *moans* k bye lyyy
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-el

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