"Why do you want me to waste my time, tutoring you when you already know this stuff?!" You huffed. He smirked. "Is it not obvious?" "What are you talking about?" You asked in confusion. He grabbed your hand. "Let's go." "Wait! Where are we going?" "Somewhere. Now let's go."
Cute little story written from the readers point of view.
The bar is loud and everyone's wild. But you are alone in one of the stools, admiring your blue cocktail which you still don't know what. But the night is still young this may not be as boring as it should be "Wanna know how sexy I am?"
