All Chapters of Tutoring the Bad Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hey!Welcome to my new book!Mind you, I wrote this when I was very young and there might be a few grammatical mistakes here and there, so please excuse those.But I do hope you enjoy this book.Feel free to share your thoughts, comment what you liked and what you didn't. I'll appreciate it.Thanks! See ya in the book!  Chapter 1.He's hot, you're hot. Just don't get burnt.~~"All women are bitches.""Huh?" I looked at Brittany with confusion laced in my eyes."She is stating the thoughts of Ace." Janice said, sipping her apple fruit juice.I shrugged as I rolled my eyes, "All idiots think that way.""True." Alan piped."But where is Ace?" Logan asked, looking around the cream colored plain canteen.Instantly our eyes

Chapter 3 Most good girls are afraid of bikes. ~~ "You live here?" I asked in complete horror. I stared at the half broken cottage in front of me. There was absolutely no light in the cottage. The windows were shattered and the door looked rusted. The place around the cottage which should have been a garden now looked like a tiny jungle with all the trees overgrown and plants uncut. I wondered how many ugly insects made a home here. Yikes. Even the gate had a broken latch and was painted with rusted iron. All in all the place looked completely haunted, not to mention it was quite far from the main town. It looked dead and shit scary. I gulped as I took in the surroundings once again. I knew coming with him was a bad idea. No wonder he never took the girls home, they would probably look at this place and run screaming Bloody Mary. My thoughts scattered when he spoke. "Of course not." He scoffed.

Chapter 5 - Sean. Sean O'Connell.~~The fault in our stars.I sniffed into another tissue as I ended the book. Why didn't anyone tell me it was so sad? I knew it was sad but this sad... gah! Thank God I didn't see the movie, they would have thrown me out for crying and wailing like a baby. I don't like sad books or movies, probably that's why I have never seen or read 'A walk to remember'. But despite the end the book was overall splendid even if it bought a bucket full of tears to my eyes. I looked at the small heap of wet tissues and grimaced, so maybe I am an extremely emotional female but the book was also equally sad. How I hate sad endings!Books take you into a different world and if they can't make you smile, laugh, scream in exasperation and cry then it's not a great book. But happy endings are better and... happier.I sighed as I changed into my denim shorts. I needed

Chapter 7 - We all have a kinky inner demon.~~My bucket list was made when I was drunk for the first and last time in sophomore year. Everything written in it was rebellious and dangerous and completely of my brains. Safe to say I had hardly completed any of it. For two years it was kept it in some dark corner of my locker but it probably isn't there now because the person standing in front of me was waving it in the air happily like it was a country flag.I had come to the cottage hurriedly, all the way tormenting my brains wondering why he had called me in such haste, only to find an extremely elated Ace standing at the door with a paper in one hand, waiting impatiently for me to get out of the car. Eyes shining with amusement and huge smirk on the lips that made his cheekbones more prominent. If I wasn't so pissed I would have swooned."I will not repeat it again. Give back my bucket list Bryan fudging Cooper." I or

Here's a new one!! Just for ya! ;)--towers fall, Bin Laden killed, Michael Jackson die, a royal wedding between a prince and a commoner, 9 planets become 8, survived Y2K and the Mayan apocalypse, and most importantly, the Coronavirus. I'm not even 25 yet.I grinned as I read the Instagram post instantly double tapping on it. I felt a pair of curious eyes on me and turned to face Ace looking at me intensely."What are you smiling at?" He asked, coming closer and sitting beside me on the couch.I shrugged and showed him the post."True." He agreed and then frowned. "But what is Y2K?"I scanned my brain for the information. "It was the Year 2000 Problem, a problem for both digital and non-digital situations which resulted from the practice of abbreviating a four-digit year to two digits." I replied.He grinned mischievously. "Scholar good muffin!"I rolled my eyes, a small smiling creeping up my face. "It's common sense o