All Chapters of The Bad Boy Is My Tutor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared dreamily out the window as Ms. Raymond rambled on and on about something that happened in World War II. She wasn't paying much attention to me as she made hand gestures in a passionate manner and scribbled furiously on the board. I was sitting in my favorite seat by the window beside my friend, Chloe Green, who had put her head on the table and was snoring quietly. She looked so peaceful it would be a shame to wake her up from her deep slumber. I was of average height, with blond hair and light blue eyes that were too bright, in my opinion. However, freckles marred my features and I resented myself for having them. Oh well, I'm just an ordinary girl. Today, I was wearing a floral top with black jeans and some strappy heels.  ''Ms. Green!'' Ms Raymond's booming voice echoed throughout the room. There was the sound of footsteps approaching our desks. We were seated together, as usual. The seats were arranged in two by two, and I was glad to have a

When I opened my eyes, it was already morning. It was an almost dreamless night, which made me relieved, especially since it was so eventful yesterday. Walking briskly to the kitchen, Liz was there preparing pancakes. Did I mention that pancakes have been a favorite of mine?"Thanks, Liz, " I said, giving her a smile. "You're welcome, dear.'' She beamed back at me. Liz knew me best. She has been my caregiver ever since my mom passed away in an accident just two years after I was born. I was grateful to Liz to have taken care of me ever since.After having my scrumptious breakfast of pancakes and orange juice, I glanced down at my watch.6:40. I still have plenty of time.Yawning, I debated whether to go back to sleep or not.Deciding on the former, I quickly jumped back into bed and covered my head into the sheets. In the peace and serenity of my bedroom, sleep hit me quickly and I drifted off into a peaceful and serene sleep.I didn't know

VinceI knew this would happen. My past is finally catching up to me, trapping me and I can't escape this time. My arms were still shaking from the fight I had yesterday night. It was a fight at a fight club, somewhere that I went in order to bring home a little bit of money. Or a lot, I thought, when times were good.Yesterday, I had to drop Amanda off at Layla's place first as she had a small accident with a netball. Well, that is nothing compared to what I faced yesterday, I thought grimly. However, I did not want to let her know, as the underground world was dangerous but especially to her. I couldn't imagine what the gangs would do if they got her. I shivered uncomfortably but tried to shrug it off. She was just interesting to me because she is sort of immune to my charms, and I don't see her falling head over heels for me yet. Yesterday, the opponent I faced was from a rival gang. His body was muscular and he was tall, tower

The next day at lunch, I told Layla and Alex all about how Jerry asked me out. "Oh my, Jerry?! That cute-looking prep? I would never have guessed." Alex said while poking me in the ribs playfully. "I know, right? Now I am really excited to look for dresses for homecoming." I said happily. Who knew my day could have turned out to be so perfect?Layla smiled knowingly. She has been forcing me to be excited about homecoming previously but now that I truly am, she began getting busier with preparations. We were going to go shopping soon and I couldn't wait. Meanwhile, Liz was going to go overseas to meet with her family. I felt happy for her. She has been working in my household for many years ago and it was time for her to spend some time with them in Australia. 

Clutching the note in my hand, my mind was spinning. What was this about? My feet were rooted to the spot, frozen, unable to move a muscle. Panic seized me in every pore in my body. My knees suddenly felt as if they were hovering on air, reading to collapse at any time.Breathe, Amanda. It is just a note, we need to find out who wrote this and for what purpose, my thoughts in my head calmed my racing heart. I knew this voice was right. Suppressing my terror, I read the note again, studying it closely. The note was carefully typed out, leaving no traces of who must have put it there. Was this note addressed to me or Vince? Or both of us? I shivered and suddenly felt as if I was being watched. Was I? I was scared out of my wits, casually glancing around the windows but I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I decided to move into my bed