34. Unserious Tutor

VIENNE’S POV

“The fuck are you doing Aiden?”

Damon bit out coldly at Alex.

Don't even get me started with the wrong name issue, I can't get my mind out of the fact that he just pulled me into his embrace and his arm was gently wound around my effing waist.

“It's Alex” Alex snapped back, clearly offended at the miscall of his name.

“No one gives a damn.” Damon seemed worked up for some reasons, but I was taking note of his simple masculine scent assaulting my nose. Looks like he just had a shower or something.

At this point, Alex seemed livid as he clenched his jaw subtly. “What ar_”

“You're making my girlfriend uncomfortable.” He simply deadpanned with a frown like he couldn't understand a puzzle, but it had my cheeks flushing.”Keep your distance.”

I shamelessly snuggled closer into him 

‘What are you doing, Vienne?? Stop whoring out with him!!’ I mentally screamed at myself in reproach.

But I still basked in his embrace at the moment and locked eyes with Alex hoping this would pass some message to him and get him off my back for good. I was careful enough not to let my tenses get exposed to him. Alex only shifted his gaze to give me a long look, one of his hands stuck in his pocket.

“You've got something to say?” Damon queried, clearly annoyed with the way too long stare that even I was getting tired of.

“Yeah.”

“Then go on.”

“Your presence is not necessary.” 

“Then whatever you've got to spew is trivial.” Damon drawled out like he was done and tired of dealing with him.

“Stop being nosy. Just lea_”

“He has to be here.” I piped in. “Whatever you wan’ say Monroe, my boyfriend should be here and aware. Or you can keep it.” 

A moment of thick tension passed between him and Damon as they both had a dark stare down. A jaw ticked in Alex's neck before he exhaled. “Sure. See you later Reyes.”

Or not.

I watched as he turned in his heels and walked away, noting in me how he's beginning to heavily creep me out 

The warmth I had around me for a while vanished as Damon gently pulled his arms off me, putting a distance between us and making me realize how intimately close we had stood.

He grabbed his bag pack from me as we headed out of the school building, and proceeded out of the school compound.

At a few meters from where we stood, I could see Seth and Shawn; and of course with Ryan and Dawn who seemed to be lounging on him like she's boneless.

Call me petty but I sneered at the sight before rushing towards Damon who had walked some feet away, I sandwiched my hand into his big fingers, grabbing his arm.

“What's gotten into you now, Reyes?” The grumpy loser was about to start losing it.

“Calm down; Ryan is somewhere around. Don't mess this up.” I gritted out to him lowly, still pressing myself stubbornly to him. At this point, I don't know if it's because of not wanting to lose face before Amelia or because I'm wanting to get more of his cologne.

He seemed to look around before sighing as if in realization.

“Well, you look pathetically needy grabbing my arm like that.” Before I could process his words, he pulled me to his side, slinging his arm over my shoulders and guided us through the premises and past where Ryan's car was parked.

“And don't look so fucking tensed like I've pulled a gun on you, hm?” he mumbled to my hearing; He took my bag in his hand holding it with his bag pack but I was busy flushing red.

I tried to relax in his hold and ease whatever tension it is building up in me. Catching the sour look on Amelia and Ryan's face seemed to lighten the tension as I was pleased with the result. I raised my chin, adding more elegance to my gait.

“That's it.” A husky voice mumbled rather to themselves than to me. Damon's.

I suddenly paused sharply with a frown a few meters after moving from the parking lot, I turned to him with my eyes darting around in search of something.

“Where's your bike? We can go_”

“The cafe is just beside the school. That's treckable and you wouldn't die from walking just a few distance.” a groan escaped his lips.

“Let's ride on your bike.” I continued, not wanting to miss having another blast on his bike. “When we're done, how will you get back home? Take up the stress of coming back?”

“Yeah. Leave my bike alone.” He subconsciously tightened his arm around my shoulders, practically dragging me along with him now.

“You can as well loosen your grip. Don't choke me.” 

Calloway guided us out of the school anyways but he loosen his grip anyways. 

As we made our way out of the gate, I smirked, feeling a burning gaze behind my head. It could have bored a hole but too bad. I don't know who, Ryan or Amelia but it left a satisfying sensation in me.

“Your smug look is disturbing.” Damon's voice rang above me.

“We're doing well, I can feel Ryan's eyes on me. Can't you?”

“Don't get ahead of yourself. It could be one of his friends.” He deadpanned.

And that had me pausing abruptly. What if he's right? What if I'm just being overconfident? At that moment, I couldn't resist turning my head to check but Damon held my head against turning as though he knew what I was about to do.

“Relax. I'm just messing with you.” I could hear his amusement but I was far from that.

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“What if you do really well more than me during the test?” I mused, peering my eyes down at Damon's answer on the sheet. I sipped from my chocolate once more.

“Ha! So funny. I feel flattered.” Damon responded dryly with folded arms, clearly not in the mood to entertain my theatrics. He thereafter threw a malicious gaze at my cup of chips like they offended him.06

Well, I think they do, ‘cause I've not been giving full attention to the tutoring but to the chips instead. That was annoying to anyone else, but I found Damon's annoyance amusing instead. If I let out a laugh he could throw a fit.

I brought out my phone and smirked while taking shots of his scowling face and running to my I*******m to post again. He seemed to scowl deeper in disbelief as he realized what I was doing.

What was I doing??

He picked his bag and that got me widening my eyes in shock and disbelief.

“Fine. I'm sorry.” I frantically tried reaching him across the table. “I'm sorry. Okay? My bad. We can continue now.”

I picked up his book again, peering down at it.

Yeah, what I said earlier about him with the possibility of overthrowing me in the test. I was impressed and proud of myself.

Calloway was doing good so far. And it still had me wondering how the grades had been falling all along if he could be picking up this good.

“Next time, you just have to write out all the workings in your answer too. Rather than putting it somewhere else by this corner. Okay?”

I pulled the book in between us. “I think we can move on with that, …”