"So what did he say?" Lucy asked again right in the middle of our class. I tried to ignore her question as I didn't know how to explain it to her.
"He agreed to meet me at the library." I tried to keep it short and crisp but she knew me better than that.
"Come on, there is more. I can see your face. You are blushing," She whispered, making my eyes go wide.
"What? No!" I immediately touched my cheeks and she tried so hard not to laugh out loud.
"You should have seen your face." She sniffled in laughter beside me, earning us both glares from our professor.
"You better tell me now before I snatch your phone," she whispered again.
"Oh my God! You are so annoying, Lu." I handed over my phone to her before the professor could throw us both out.
"That's much better." She grinned and started looking over at my texts. I tried to observe her expressions from the corner of my eye and noticed her jaw-dropping to the floor. We soon heard the bell go off and we started to collect our things to leave for the day.
"What is going on between you two?" She yelled, giving back my phone as soon as we were outside the classroom.
"Nothing. He is being an ass and I'm just being professional." I rushed out, not meeting her eyes.
"Are you really that naive? Tristan Harris is trying to flirt with you." She stated, making me stop dead in my tracks.
"Yeah, sure. As if he is desperate for a girl's attention. We all know that he is a man whore, Lu." I said in an annoyed tone and she shook her head.
"Whatever, maybe this is his way of texting girls but you really need to get laid, Ri. Too much stress is not good for your health," she winked at me in a suggestive manner, making me scowl.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Hi, ladies." I heard Andrew's deep voice from behind as he wrapped his arm around Lucy's shoulders, placing a small kiss on her cheek.
"Hi, Andrew." I greeted him as we all kept walking towards the exit.
"So I heard that you are not coming to the party this weekend," he started, making me glare at Lucy immediately.
"He asked me, babe." She pouted and I groaned in frustration.
"I don't wanna come, Andrew. Parties aren't my scene. You know me well right?" I whined and tried to use my puppy dog eyes, hoping he would show me some mercy. He just laughed, making his crystal blue eyes twinkle. He was a good-looking guy with dirty blonde hair and he was pretty decent also which is a rare combination. I was glad that Lucy found a guy like him.
"How can I have a party without my girlfriend's best friend? She would be alone, Riley." He reasoned and I let out a huge sigh.
"Fine. I'll think about it." I mumbled and Lucy jumped in excitement.
"Yay! Thank you so much, babe." She wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her back, rolling my eyes at Andrews who threw up his hands in defeat.
"You guys owe me big time." I pointed my finger at them causing them to chuckle as we walked outside.
"Have fun, babe." She waved me goodbye with a wink and walked towards the parking lot with Andrew while I made my way towards the library.
At around 7.45 pm, I checked my phone to see if I had any messages from Tristan. I hardly saw him at school today and wondered if all this was one big joke. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail as it was falling all over the place. People were leaving the library slowly as it was almost 8 pm. I kept waiting patiently and the clock struck 8.15 pm.
The owner had strictly told us to keep the library open beyond 8 pm only if people were still reading inside. The library was empty now and I had no other choice than to lock it up. I started collecting my things and walked outside in a sour mood. After locking up the place, I started walking down the streets slowly all the while wondering why he stood up on me.
Did he change his mind?
Was this some kind of game to him?
I tried to stay strong and reached home quickly to find my dad in the kitchen, making us dinner.
"You are home early, sweetheart. What happened to the tutoring?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face and I sat behind the counter, watching him stir the sauce in the pan.
"He didn't show up. I should call him and ask later tonight." I replied, picking up a piece of carrot from the bowl.
"So it's a 'he'?" he asked with raised eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.
"He is an asshole, dad. I'm doing this only for money as shallow as it may sound."
"Alright, whatever you say." He laughed and continued, "Dinner will be ready in five. Go freshen up and come," I nodded and ran upstairs to change.
After dinner, I kept wondering if I should send him a text or ask him why he didn't show up but I didn't want to seem desperate. At the same time, I was pissed off and wanted to punch his stupid face. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone going off and I picked it up from my bedside table.
Asshole calling!
Shit!
When did we go from texting to calling?
I attended the call with shaky hands and placed the phone against my ears. The line was completely silent and neither of us spoke a word.
"I know you are there. I can hear you breathing, Adams." His deep voice resonates through the phone and I took a deep breath, mouthing the words 'oh my God!'
Fuck, he sounded so sexy.
"What do you want?" I cleared my throat and tried to sound calm.
"I know you are mad but I had a family emergency and," he paused for a few seconds, "I'm sorry for not texting. I was caught up," he apologized for the first time to me and I went in complete shock.
"Did you just say you are sorry?" I asked again just to be sure and heard him chuckle, making me almost melt into a puddle.
"Yes, Adams. This won't happen again. Can you come over to my house from tomorrow to teach me after your shift? I'm not comfortable at the library." He asked, taking me by surprise.
His house?
I had no idea about his house or his family. I knew he was rich but I've never seen his house. I kept nibbling on my bottom lip, not knowing how to respond.
"I can pick you up and drop you at your home every day," he added and I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.
"Why are you doing all this? I mean, why go through so much trouble? You could hire a professional tutor considering how rich you are," I blurted out and there was complete silence on the other end.
"First of all, my dad is rich, not me and second of all, I don't like to waste money. Paying you double is actually a good choice for me and I prefer my house because it's more private. Anyone can see me at the library." He explained in one go and I was surprised and hurt at the same time.
Well, he wasn't a complete rich Asshole.
"Are you that much concerned about your reputation?" I scoffed, feeling irritated and I had no idea why it bothered me so much.
"Yup, so do you agree?" he asked again.
"Fine, I need my pay for today also," I stated in a serious tone, making him laugh.
"Of course. God, you are cute, Adams. See you tomorrow and don't worry, I'll be completely 'professional'." He replied in a husky tone, stressing on the last word, making me squeeze my thighs automatically and I licked my dry lips.
Holy fuck!
Did he call me cute?
Tristan fucking Harris called me cute?
"Bye." I squealed in a high pitch tone and cut the call immediately, not before hearing his rumble of laughter.
Talk about embarrassment!
I fell back on my pillow and groaned in frustration. Why am I affected by him?
Dear God! Please get him out of my mind.
I kept mentally chanting in my head over and over again that he is the enemy until I fell asleep.
The next day as promised Tristan picked me up at 8 pm sharp from the library and we were on our way to his house. I couldn't help but steal glances at him from the corner of my eyes. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt under his black jacket followed by his black jeans which were sexy as hell. I noticed his chiseled jawline which had a hint of stubble that made me lick my lips automatically.Ugh! Why can't he be ugly like his personality? I remained silent through the ride and he kept his focus solely on the road ahead of us. He pulled over inside a driveway and I looked outside the window and saw a huge classy-looking mansion.What else did I expect? "We are here." He unbuckled his seat belt and we both walked towards the front door. We were immediately greeted by a short elderly lady who had a warm smile on her face inside the living room."Good evening, Tristan. Can
For the next two days, things between me and Tristan were too professional that even I was getting annoyed by it. We spoke only about Math and there wasn't a single conversation other than that. He used to pick me up from the library, I used to teach him, and then he drops me off at my house. It was like teaching a lifeless person and I found it really hard to focus."Okay, enough of this! Why are being an extra Asshole for these past few days?" I broke the silence in the middle of teaching and he gave me a surprised look."Awww, are you missing our playful banter?" he smirked, leaning back against the chair and I pursued my lips into a thin line.To be honest, I did kind of miss it. "More like annoying banter. I mean, seriously, I'm the one who should be angry with you." I burst out in frustration, making him raise his eyebrows."Why are you angry with me?" he asked in a serious tone
"I look so funny, Lu. I'm just going to wear my jeans and some t-shirt." I whined, trying to pull down the short black dress to hide my knees. The dress was really pretty with a sweetheart neckline and reached just above my thighs. We were currently in her house, getting ready for the party, and Andrew was supposed to pick us up at 7 pm."Are you kidding me? You look smoking hot. I don't know why you hide behind those baggy clothes." She mumbled, making me sit down in front of the mirror forcefully. After doing my hair and make-up that took around an hour, she finally let go of me. I opened my eyes and let out a small gasp.The girl in front of me looked so different but in a good way. My hair was curled at the ends, giving it a nice bouncy look. She gave me a smoky eye effect with a soft nude shade of lipstick that looked subtle and beautiful. I couldn't believe my eyes. I actually looked pretty and wondered why I never put this effort in t
Let me tell you something, I have been kissed only once in my life before and I was thinking that was how a kiss was supposed to feel like but this, Tristan kissing me, the way he brushed his lips softly against mine as if waiting for me to deepen the kiss anytime which only made me want him more, this was exactly how a kiss was supposed to feel like.My eyes went wide in shock at first but then I felt fireworks explode inside my body and I wanted it more. I didn't care that I was kissing my enemy. I didn't care that he was a player. All I wanted to do was to grab his shirt and deepen the kiss and that's what I did. Maybe it was the drink I had earlier or maybe it was me, I had no idea why I was kissing him back.He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me steady while his other arm cupped my face, nibbling on my lower lip.Woah! Is this how a proper kiss is supposed to feel like?I le
Tristan's POV:'This is over. I'm done teaching you.'- RileyI kept staring at the message on my phone, not knowing what to reply to. I didn't want to fucking end this. Heck, I just had the best kiss of my life and I know for a fact that she enjoyed it too. I could see it from the way she responded. I didn't want to scare her but God help me, I just couldn't control myself when I saw her at the party in that little dress.Christ, she was fucking amazing!I've waited for so long and I was so not ready to give up now. I smirked and threw the phone aside, making up my mind to deal with her in person tomorrow.The next morning, I woke up at around 10 am and decided to pay her a visit at her house. My dad came home yesterday to see us and I guess he was already back on his business trip. I sighed and got out of my bed."Good morning, Tristan." Mrs. Waters, o
I immediately jumped up from his lap and adjusted my clothes. God! This was so humiliating but I was thankful it was just Lucy and not my dad instead."Oh my God! Riley Adams, you have a lot of explanation to do." She yelled, still in shock, trying to process the whole thing."And you, Tristan Harris?" she pointed her finger at him."One moment, ladies." He chuckled and got up from my bed, adjusting his pants before turning around to face us with a proud smirk plastered on his face."Don't you know how to knock?" he glared at Lucy, collecting his books from my study table, and kept walking towards the door.Aww! Was he leaving?"Well, you are one to talk." I scoffed in response and he turned around to look at me with raised eyebrows."I don't see you complaining now, Adams." He winked and opened the door wide, "I'll see you tomorrow then." He left, shutt
"Thank you so much," I smiled at the little kid who was returning the book that she had borrowed two days back from the library.My stomach was already in knots as the clock kept ticking closer towards 8 pm. Tristan would be here any minute and I was freaking out. I knew he had a test today and I really hoped he did well.Besides getting paid, I wanted him to do well and a small part of me wanted to end this whole tutoring as it felt a bit weird to be teaching him and kissing him but at the same time, I was worried he wouldn't want anything to do with me outside of tutoring. Last night's conversation literally left me speechless and I didn't know where we stood exactly. It was like we were having our own private world between the four walls of his room. My thoughts were interrupted by the loud honking of his fancy-ass car and I collected my things to leave immediately.After closing the library, I walked towards his car an
The next few weeks were so amazing that I felt like I was in a dream. Even though I and Tristan weren't hanging out like a regular couple at school, we were enjoying our time together at his house. I continued to teach him and well, we did other things besides that too but it didn't go beyond kissing and I was waiting for him to make the next move. It was sexually frustrating me to the core and I was too shy to ask him myself.At school, I was hardly able to see him as he was busy with his classes and football practice."You need to ask him, Ri. I mean, all this is nice and fun but why is he not making this public? I don't even see him talking to you at school nowadays," she pointed out during lunch and I didn't meet her gaze as she was right and I had no response for that."Well, he did say he wanted no one to know that he was bad at math and that's why I'm teaching him at his house," I explained, more like defended him w