"I'm angry because you still have that ad on the school newspaper." 

"Why the fuck does that bother you so much?" I asked, not understanding the reason behind his anger. 

He immediately came closer towards me, causing me to stumble back in shock but he caught me by my waist with his strong arms.

"Because," he looked deep into my eyes and swallowed hard before responding,"I don't like to share, Adams." He whispered, fixing his gaze to my lips.

Riley Adams, is a regular High school teenage girl who is constantly made fun of by guys for being a nerd or for the way she dresses in baggy clothes but she pays them no mind and tries her best to be invisible. All she needs right now is money so she decides to do the one thing she is good at.

Teaching! 

She puts up an ad in the school newspaper for tutoring, hoping to earn some extra bucks besides her part time job at the library.
 
Tristan Harris, is the exact opposite of her, captain of the football team and literally the hottest guy in the entire school. Well, basically he is kinda like the so called 'Popular guy' that we all have seen in the teen movies.

What happens when Riley and Tristan's path cross each other unexpectedly?

Oh and did I mention? They despise each other so much that neither can stand each other's presence in the same room.

Private Lessons

Chapter Twenty One

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"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 re...

Chapter Twelve