Chapter 3

Scarlet Winters

It's already thursday, I woke up late cause I didn't have any classes today, I totally forgot about my tutoring session with Axel.. Until kayla woke up and kept shouting in my eyes about it.

She kept saying I was lucky to be his tutor, she wished it was her, she even said it to myself that I shouldn't fall in love with him cause he is way out of my league.

If was anyone else that told me that, the person would certainly be in the school clinic right now, but it was Kayla my roomie since day one, I love that girl.

She kept nagging me till I quickly showered and got ready, immediately I was done she pushed me out of the room throwing my tote bag at me, Lucky me I caught it before it landed on the ground.

I stopped in the campus cafe and grabbed a cup of ice latte, praying I would bump into Axel "Accidentally" and splatter it all over his hockey jacket.

I reached the library in no time, I had to wait for almost thirty minutes before the king arrives.

And currently I don’t know what’s worse...his stupid smirk or the fact that I keep noticing it.

“Focus Winters,” I mutter to myselft, slamming my psychology textbook down and taking a deep breath.

The library is quiet except for the soft rustle of turning pages and distant hum of the AC, but of course, Axel Wolfe walks in like he owns the damn place, dragging everyone's attention with him like a magnet.

He slid into the seat across from me, still having that annoying smirk on his face, he didn't even apologize for being late.

“Miss me?” he says, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed behind his head, his biceps stretching his shirt in a way that should be illegal.

“No,” I shoot back, refusing to give him the satisfaction.“You are late Mr Wolfe”

“I had practice, you know unlike some people, I am actually good at something.”

I narrow my eyes“Oh, you are good at being a pain in the ass? Congratulations Axel Wolfe.”

His grin spreads wider “Come on, tutor me already, sweetheart. I am not here for flirty insults, I have alot of things to do.”

“I’m not flirting.” My voice rises a bit too much, earning a few shushes from nearby students... I drop my voice to a hiss. “And stop calling me sweetheart.”

He shrugs, smirking again “Would you prefer baby girl then? Or maybe princess would do? Or Ice queen? Your choice sweetheart.” he winked.

I slam my pen down,this guy is really good at annoying me “Scarlet....My name is Scarlet.”

“Fine Princess Scarlet.” He rolls the name around his tongue like it’s a curse.... “Now teach me, nefore I fail out of Organic Chem and get benched for the season.”

Taking a deep breath, I flip my notebook toward him, trying to ignore the way his thigh brushes mine beneath the table, even though I still flinched at the sudden contact.. “You don’t even care about this class.” according to Kayla he is very smart, he even had alot of academic awards in his first year, but then suddenly he stopped attending classes and only focuses on hockey.

“True,” he says, his eyes meeting mine “But I care about this, about us....our little... arrangement.”

“There is no us,” I growl, heat rising in my cheeks.

But that damn smirk of his only grows. “There will be. Soon sweetheart.”

It's been 30 minutes, 30 fucking minutes, but he is still struggling with the difference between alkanes and alkenes, which makes me want to bash my head into the table.

“God, how are you so stupid?” I mutter angrily.

“That's what we call talent.” He grins, tapping his pencil on the table“Or maybe I just like it when you get all frustrated, your cheeks get pink, and your voice does this angry little squeak thing.” he laughs throwing his head back.

“I am not here to entertain you..so focus.”

“No, you are here to teach me.” He leans forward “So... teach me, Scarlet.” his voice now serious as if he wasn't the one saying all those shit a while ago.

Something about the way he says my name, low and slow like it’s a secret just for him makes my stomach flip.

And I hate it.

“Fine,” I snap just wanting to get this done and over with “Draw the skeletal formula for 2-butene.”

He stares at me blankly, like I was speaking spanish.

I sigh out of anger and grab his pen, our fingers brushing.

I couldn't help but notice how his eyes darken slightly, like that tiny spark was enough to ignite something big.

“Here Look... Like this.” I draw the molecule, my hand trembling just a little under his gaze. “C-double-bond-C in the middle, then Methyl groups on both sides.”

“Damn,” he murmurs. “You are kinda hot when you talk science.”

I glared up at him biting my lower lip, i feel like i am about to explode right now "calm down scarlet, he is not worth your anger" i whispered to myself.

I shove the notebook toward him.“Shut up and copy it.”

“Bossy,” he teases. “I like it.”

And that was it, I was done, I stood up and packed all my books into my bag, "hey what are you doing?" He questioned innocently.

I didn't even spare him a glance I continued packing till everything that belonged to me was in my bag, just when I was about to pick up my phone, he hurriedly grabbed it and checked something.

I snatched the phone away, glaring at him, I picked up his pencil and threw it at him before I turned and walked away.

I reached my room in no time, still fuming, not at him, not entirely, but at myself for letting that tension crawl under my skin, for letting him get to me.

And worst of all?

I think he knows what he is doing and he is enjoying it, My phone buzzed, I wanted to ignore it but I still grabbed it, I lay on my bed turning on the phone, I didn't have a password on my phone and now I am regretting it.

It was a text message from him Axel Wolfe:

"You are kinda cute when you are mean sweetheart... We didn't really do alot today so same time tomorrow?"