The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Seven: Tutor

Another series of ringing from the bell echoed in the room. The library staff was furious and wanted us to leave. But I stood still in my position not moving an inch. Eyes open wide. Breathing heavily.

Paris smirked at my insurgency. I want to veto his idea. I won't even have time to tutor him. I'm sure my parents would oppose this if they would know. And if they found out I'm tutoring someone instead of focusing on my studies I would end up in one of the hospitals. But if he spilled my secret it would be a shortcut to the hospital bed.

It left me no choice, but to follow his mandates. A personal tutor? I sneered at the idea. Sorry, playboy. In my dictionary, the synonym of the tutor was torture. Paris, brace yourself because you're just about to face hell! Then a series of evil laughs echoed inside my mind.

Saturday night. Paris and I decided to meet at the treehouse. I managed to escape my room and pretended I was sleeping. I set up the treehouse into a classroom, bringing a mini blackboard and an armchair.

Though I am not still convinced that he was serious about Venice, I am making too much effort in improving his image. Now, I had to tutor him just because Venice announced to the whole world in her social media account that her ideal guy is smart.

'London? What are you doing?' He asked, standing at the doorstep.

I turned around to face him and smiled.

'Sit, my student.' I said, watching him walk hesitantly towards the armchair.

'I didn't know you would be such a disciplinarian?' He smirked.

'Complain if you want,' I stood in front of his desk. ', but this is my method of teaching someone stupid. I called it the Iron Fist Conditioning.' I firmly said with all authority.

He was silent. He showed no emotion. But he was not rebelling as I imposed authority which surprised me. The game was not even starting yet, but why do I feel like I am already losing?

I took a deep breath.

'Before we start, I will set some rules to keep things in order. Ru-' I didn't finish what I said.

Paris rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. 'Is that even necessary?'

I slammed my hand on the arm of his armchair where he was seated. I leaned closer to him. He jolted from his seat. Surprised.

You are not the only one who could play a game, Paris

'Rule number one,' I said in anticipation, 'You are not allowed to talk unless I say so. If you want to ask a question, raise your hand. Obey first before you complain.' I firmly said.

He leaned closer that our faces were an inch apart.

'Fine, Ms. Tutor.' He whispered, sensually looking at my lips.

I retreated instantly and faced the board. I grabbed chalk and started to write the lesson. I let my guard down. My heart raced at the thought that he was about to steal my first kiss. I should be warier about this playboy. I faced him again trying to ignore his tease. He leaned back smiling like he won an Olympic gold medal.

I sighed. 'Rule number two, there will be no more attending parties, bars, brothels, hotels, and girls. No more dating, flirting, kissing, making out, and talking to other girls. This is necessary to clean your messy label as a playboy.'

The corners of his mouth rose. He raised his arm. He might want to ask another annoying question.

'Yes.' I sighed.

'Are you this possessive type, Ms. Tutor?'

'Very possessive, Mr. Simmons. And if you still don't have a death wish, stop annoying me. Rule number three,' I announced. 'Every test will be repeated if not finished in a given time. It is to train your brain in answering questions rapidly. Rule number four, you have to pass an essay before the session starts. The cure of your laziness in writing essays. Don't you dare slack off and make someone write your essay? I could easily recognize differences in handwriting and writing styles. The topics will be given to you every after the meeting.'

He raised his hand again.

'What?' I asked, looking irritated.

'What happens if I don't pass an essay?'

'I will assign you to a book report, instead. If you didn't want to follow my orders I will quit as your tutor. Go find another one.'

'No. I don't want another.' He shook his head and grinned.

Can't he see that I'm doing this on purpose? Is he just getting along with it?

'Then stick to my rules. You just broke rule number one. You are not permitted to talk. Ten push-ups. Now.' I ordered.

He rose, looking at me darkly. He did as I ordered, but ten push-ups were just a piece of cake for him. He didn't even look tired. This guy must be working out. I wonder if he had those six-packs under his shirt. Wait. Focus, London! Stop fantasizing! He's a playboy, remember. Probably he keeps his body in shape to lure his prey. I feel hot for no reason. I was speechless. But I tried to hide that I was amazed.

I cleared my throat before speaking. 'For rule number five,' I finished writing the lesson on the board, 'Keep your boundaries. I am your tutor and you are my student. Don't try to flirt if you want to continue living.'

He raised his hand once again.

'Yes, what is it?'

'So, no flirting during classes. But how about after class? You can't impose the rules every time. Can I seduce my tutor after class?'

'Another rule. Rule number six, I will only answer one question at a time. Seduce me if you can. But expect that you will gain a bruise on every attempt.'

He nodded. 'Deal. I hope you could resist me in my attempts then.'

I rolled my eyes. 'I would resist you.'

'We'll see.' He grinned.

I ignored his sarcasm and proceeded to the lesson. I was about to speak when I noticed he was raising his hand.

I sighed, looking at the ceiling. 'What?'

'Is that the only lesson we will tackle for today?' He inquired, tilting his head, and his eyes were narrowed.

I nodded hesitantly. His eyes were moving rapidly, reading the passages silently. I crossed my arms, while my eyes shifted from him to the blackboard.

'Done,' he said finally, 'I've memorized it.'

I looked at him with my mouth gaped in surprise.

'H- How could you-,' I could not speak properly.

'I have a photographic memory.'

Then a wide grin appeared on his face.

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