All Chapters of The Bad Boy Is My Tutor: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"That, my friend, is completely out of the question," Layla said, staring at me and crossing her arms. She spoke loudly and passionately, which made some heads turn and stare at us with questioning looks. She was pretty loud sometimes, but that was what I love about her."Why not? That black dress is rather new and I've only worn it once." I said defensively. Hey, I really liked that dress! It was a gift from someone. That someone..."To a funeral." She added, peering down into my face, her unibrow puckering in that way of hers. It was pretty amusing and I lost my train of thought. We were seated in the crowded cafeteria. I have left a seat for Alex, just in case he decided to come by today. However, luck was not on my side. It was definitely difficult for him, and I wonder if he would even speak to Layla again to clear the air. Oh well.I guess I needed to give him some privacy.Speaking of privacy, Layla was taking no prisoners

The first thing I noticed was the lanterns. Yeah. Like the freaking lanterns out of everything.They were hanging brilliantly, illuminating the square. There was enough light to see at least the near objects but there was also an element of mystery to it. That was enough to make me quiver in fear.It was as if they were warning me of something that will happen."Close your eyes, kitten." Vince said, walking beside me casually with his hands in his pockets. He still gave no clues to our destination."Where are we going?" I asked, even though I knew he would definitely not tell me. I gulped. Don't tell me he is going to kidnap me. I'll freak out.The people that were in the distan

Vince's POV Thump. Thump. Thump. My ears were met by this unpleasant rattling sound which jolted me awake unexpectedly. Where was I? In the unclear darkness, there were no answers. But one thing was certain. It was unfamiliar, and nothing that I'd experienced before. My eyes flickered open. Blinking my eyes, I still couldn't see anything. It was completely pitch-black like I was sucked into a black hole, unable to escape. My arms felt numb, and I could feel the heat against my feet. Let's assume that my hormones were raging and we did it in a closet yesterday. Yeah, that should be it. However, I had absolutely no recollection of this.  I put my hands out in front of me, trying to feel my whereabouts. In the complete darkness, my invisible hands felt like jelly. My hand reached to the side and it felt hard, like metal. Nope, doesn't feel like a closet to me. Thump. Thump. Thump. The "closet" was shaking, and I felt as though I was being ca

Amanda's POV I was starting to be really into the kiss as I went even closer to Jerry, closing the distance between us. He was a good kisser, I'd admit and it was long since I actually kissed someone. Maybe three years?  I thought of Vince for some reason. Quit it, you're kissing Jerry now. My brain scolded me, but I ignored it. Maybe it would be difficult if Vince and I pursued any kind of relationship beyond a student-tutor one. Suddenly, as I was still collecting my thoughts, the door burst open. This was the worst-case scenario ever. We sprung apart in a flash, looking at anywhere but each other. What bad timing. I always had bad timings with kisses, but now being caught in the middle of a kiss, was horrible. I could feel

Amanda's POV "Seriously? How could you still not get it?" Vince said exasperatedly, scowling at me. We were seated on my couch again. I was eyeing the math paper on the table with distaste and suspicion like it was a food I didn't like. "Calm down. Not everyone is as smart as you." I said, half sarcastically. Math was really a pain for me. It was the greatest enemy, and with the looming math test in three days, I have to sort this out.  "You're not focusing. I repeat again. The tangent of 90 does not exist." Vince said, his low voice rumbling. He stared at me with his chocolate brown eyes, and for a moment, I felt lost in his eyes. I recovered quickly, but I could feel my face heating up. I wanted to slap myself. "But why?" I