Private Lessons

Chapter Three

I jerked in my seat when I felt my phone vibrate in my jean pocket. I pulled it out to see a text from Lucy. I was currently in the middle of my English class which was really boring since I had already read all of Shakespeare's and Jane Austen's novels. Lucy and I had one or two different classes every day

'I'm so bored.'--Lucy

'Same here.'

I hit send and tried to focus on the board in front of me. The day was dragging by and I just wanted to get out of school as soon as possible. It was Friday, for god's sake.

My phone buzzed again on my desk, earning a few stares from my classmates.

'Andrew invited us to a party this weekend.' --Lucy

'There is no 'us'. I really don't want to go, Lu.'

After a few seconds, my phone buzzed again, a little bit louder this time and everyone turned around to look at me. Suddenly I was the center of attention and I cringed, sinking lower in my seat and immediately put my phone on silent and kept it inside my pocket, knowing very well that it was Lucy, trying to convince me to go to the party.

I wasn't against partying or anything but at the same time, I wasn't the type to doll up. So, showing up in a regular uncool attire would only make me gain unwanted attention which I never wanted in the first place.

Once the class got over, I rushed outside to meet Lucy at our regular table in the cafeteria. On my way, I pulled out my phone to see a few texts from her and an unknown number.

'Saw your ad in the school newspaper. Interested.' -- Unknown number

My eyes went wide in shock and excitement. I had completely forgotten about that sudden impulsive decision I took almost a week ago.

I was looking down at my phone, trying to figure out who this person might be and I didn't see where I was going. I bumped into a rock-hard chest which made me drop my already broken phone.

Fuck!

I cursed under my breath and pulled back. I lifted my gaze to see the person responsible for my now broken phone. My expression immediately turned into a scowl when I saw none other than Tristan fucking Harris. I bent down to pick up my phone and thankfully, it was still working but the screen was completed cracked.

"Oops, sorry!" He tsked, flashing that stupid sexy smirk that only made me want to punch his face. I didn't know why I was so angry. He purposely bumped into me. I was sure of that.

Asshole.

I was also angered by the fact that I hated him but at the same time found him attractive.

"Sorry?" I scoffed and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. My eyes fell on his pant pocket and I could see his mobile slightly popping out, easy enough for anyone to snatch it.

I surprised myself by taking a step forward towards him and he stumbled back, taken off guard. He must have not expected me to do anything in return. I reached for his phone from his pocket and stepped back immediately. He kept blinking rapidly, trying to figure out what just happened and after a few seconds, he rolled his eyes as realization dawned upon him.