Tutoring the badboy

Ava’s POV

I woke up this morning early, I took a shower and decided to go for something casual. I put my jeans and black top with a cardigan.

I made myself a simple breakfast just tea and bread, in my situation I could not afford anymore fancy breakfast. I got used to it after my mom died and my dad chased me out of his house because I talked back to his precious wife. She always hated me but the feeling was mutual!.

after I was done with my breakfast I exited my one room apartment and started walking to university. the West bridge university was huge it literally took me 30 minutes just to reach the library.

Today I have to tutor Logan and now it's 8 am and he's nowhere to be seen. then about fifteen minutes later he strolled in the library like it was some changing locker room. everyone was looking at him in shock. because the famous Logan doesn't do studies. there was something about Logan Carter that screamed trouble or is it because of his confident smirk that he has all the time? I couldn't quite figure it out.

He took a seat into the chair across from mine taking his time like he had all time of the world. "you look quite excited to see me nerd, I know I'm charming but you can tone it out"

I sighed closing my laptop " you're late, and I'm not a 'nerd' I have a name it's Ava".

he glanced at his watch "like five minutes no big deal"

"one hour" I corrected " I agree to tutor you and you're late to the session a whole damn hour logan , I'm not your servant I have things to do, if you don't want to, you can go your way, I'll go with mine ".

Logan smirk quickly fell out of his face " I'm sorry I got caught up in something important it will not happen again " he said

" by something important, you mean hooking up with some random girl again? " I crossed my arms looking at him.

his smirk quickly returned to his lips" and why do you care Ava? it's not like any of this is your business? or is it?"

his questions caught me off guard. he's right why do I care? it's not like we're friends. but why was I feeling like this?

"you're right it's not my business nor do I care" I quickly said.

he strengthen his back into his chair man spreading. "well, if you say so dear tutor".

I took my history book and put it on the table and opened my computer " well then let's begin our session ".

"so what's our first lesson, teacher?" Logan asked.

"European history, particularly WW1, any idea about it?" I asked him

He frowned "nope , I don't know anything about that"

my jaw nearly dropped to the ground! how the hell didn't he knew about this? is he this dumb? looks like I have to teach him everything!

"do you know anything about American independence? who's the first American president? who...."

"Jesus! chill Ava I was kidding!" he said chuckling

" I was just playing with you, don't get so serious geez!"

phew!! thank God

I rolled my eyes, exhaling sharply. "Logan, this is serious. If you keep messing around, you're never going to pass this class, and I'll just be wasting my Time".

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table with a lazy smirk. "And that’s why I have you, dear tutor. To save me from academic failure."

I ignored his sarcasm and turned my laptop towards him, displaying a presentation I had prepared. "Alright, let's start with the causes of World War I. There were several factors, including militarism, alliances, imperialism, and nationalism....

Logan held up a hand, cutting me off. "Hold on, hold on. You lost me at 'militarism.' What does that even mean? is history always this hard?"

I sighed, reminding myself to be patient he doesn't seem to know almost everything about history. "It means the building of military forces. Countries were buying and making weapons, and tensions kept rising."

He nodded slowly, as if he were actually paying attention I highly doubted that. "So, basically, everyone was flexing their muscles, and it got out of hand?"

I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. "That's… one way to put it."

Logan grinned. "See? I’m a fast learner."

I highly doubted that, but at least he wasn’t entirely zoning out. "Alright, since you’re such a 'fast learner,' tell me what you just understood about militarism."

He smirked. "That it's when countries start collecting weapons, acting all tough, flexing their muscles and then boom war started".

I shook my head, but a small smile played on my lips. "Not bad. There's hope for you yet, Carter."

He leaned back in his chair, stretching. "Told you. So, what’s next?"

Before I could answer, a loud beep sound echoed through the library my phone buzzing with a message. I glanced at the screen, and my stomach dropped.

"Landlord: You have until the end of the week to pay the rent, or you’re out."

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the phone. where the hell am I going to get the money?.Logan noticed my shift in expression, his brows slightly furrowing. "Everything okay nerd?"

I quickly locked my phone and forced a neutral expression. "Yeah. Let's just continue the lesson."

He didn't push, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced. Still, he let it go for now. he was a blabbermouth he will definitely ask me later.

"Alright, then," he said, tapping his fingers on the table. "Tell me more about this 'war' and why it even started."

I took a deep breath, pushing my worries aside. "Well, let’s talk about the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand…"

" hold on! who the fuck is archduke Franz Ferdinand? " Logan quickly stopped me.

" well, if you will not interrupt me then maybe you will know who's archduke Franz Ferdinand?"

he winked" alright sorry! carry on"..

And just like that, the session continued. But in the back of my mind, the landlord's message burned like a warning I couldn’t ignore.

the only question I hard is where am I going to find the money? definitely not from my dad.