Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Most good girls are afraid of bikes.

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"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.

"Th-Then what are we doing here?" My voice quivered as I asked the question.

He grinned deviously at me and then his eyes raked my body. My legs instantly took a step back.

"I am going to rape you and then bury you under the bushes." He leaned closer, his voice descending to a mere whisper. "No one will know."

I swallowed nervously. "I-I'll uh I'll scram." I threatened.

His evil grin grew bigger. "Of course you will, I am that good in bed."

I blinked and shook my head. "What? No! I meant I'll scream for help."

"And who's going to hear you?"

I glanced around and frowned when I saw no houses nearby. The first one was quite a few blocks away and looked dead too. Apparently no one lived there too. Looked like a residency for vampires that slept at day. Who else would even want to live in such an isolated area?

I scanned my brain for any remembrance of the tips that my brother gave me as a kid. But only one came-'If you can't do anything. Kick him in the balls. Hard.'

My eyes momentarily flew to his crotch, debating if I should kick and run away. As if sensing my thoughts, he took a hurried step back.

"Woah there, chill. I love my male anatomy thank you very much. And I am not doing anything." He assured, rolling his eyes.

"Why are we here then?" I demanded, not believing him. One minute he was intimidating me with his filthy thoughts and the next he looked like it was all a fun game to him.

"You have a short term memory loss? We are going to study here." He replied, walking towards the cracked door.

"No." I answered his previous question. "Why here? We could have gone at my place."

"I like it here, it's peaceful." He said, shrugging his left shoulder. He took out a key from his bag and twisted it right-left for at least six times in the lock before the door finally opened.

Peaceful? I scoffed, looking around again. More like dreadful.

"Ladies first." He said in a British accent, opening the door for me.

"What a gentleman!" I mocked under my breath.

"You said something?" I could hear amusement in his voice.

"Nope." I walked farther inside the dark place, shivering slightly as the coldness enfolded my body. "Where are the lights?"

I heard the door click shut and my heart beat rose. If he even touched me I was going to punch him, square on his nose. If I could find it in this darkness.

"Stay here." He ordered and walked away, after exactly forty-six seconds I saw the tube-lights flashing. I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust to the rapid on-off of the lights.

"Don't they even work?" I asked in exasperation. When was the last time he used this place?

"Give it some time."

After another fifty-seven seconds, the lights finally stopped flashing. I sighed in relief. My eyes wandered around the house. Compared to the exterior, the interior was pretty good and surprisingly tidy. The couches had dust but not much. The chairs were clean and the wooden table had only one crack. There was even a covered television on the front wall, although I doubt it worked. A painting of trees and river was hung on the wall opposite the couch. There was a blue vase on a side table with spider webs at the top. I saw Oreo wrappers lying on the ground next to the couch. I almost smirked at that, looks like the bad boy is a fan of Oreos.

But then who isn't?

I walked towards the kitchen where Bryan was drinking cold water.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask." I stated as I opened the surprisingly working refrigerator, taking out another bottle.

"It wouldn't hurt to take it yourself." He retorted.

"You are too rude."

"You are too annoying."

"Can't you ever say something good?"

"To you? Never." He said and walked away before I could reply.

"Rude ass. I bet he's never going to get a girlfriend. I mean who's stupid enough to date a douche bag like him?" I muttered to myself, keeping the bottle back into the fridge.

"All girls are bitches." His voice came. I guess I wasn't speaking to myself.

I walked outside, sitting on the chair in front of his. "That's your personal quote, isn't it?"

"Yep." He removed a book from the bag and placed it on the table, effectively shutting down the topic.

I quietly removed my math text and notebook, along with a pen and pencil. I raised an eyebrow motioning for him to remove a pen or pencil, he scowled but took out a pen only to find it not working. I blew a breath of exasperation and handed over my pen.

"So where do we start with?" I asked, trying to make a conversation.

He shrugged. "You are the tutor."

I sighed. This is going to be long tutoring lesson.

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"No, you multiply it by x on both the sides not divide it." I repeated again.

"This is confusing!" He complained, throwing my pen down.

I rolled my eyes, picking it up. "It is Math, what do you expect it to be? Amusing?"  

"At least that would be enjoyable."

"Just complete the sum and stop playing Temple Run." I ordered.

"This is torture! Mental Abuse To Humans." He complained.

I smiled at him innocently. "Well then it shouldn't be a problem for you, you aren't a human."

He sent me a blank face. "Hilarious. But seriously I am so tired of finding its x, it should just move on."

"It's called love genius."

He snorted. "More like weird obsession. No wonder x always runs away and we have to keep finding her. Even she's tired of math's possessiveness. She's happy being in English but now Math wants her."

I shook my head in amusement. "Whatever. It gives us hope that every problem has a solution."

"Not if it is anything like fucking Integration." He muttered and unlocked his phone to play Temple Run.

"Solve the damn sum Bryan." I commanded and he promptly ignored me.

I huffed angrily, sinking deeper into the chair. He was the worst kind of student. He had brains but just refused to use them. They would just rot in his head and then leave his body in form of poop, if that's even possible. I know he understood everything, I explained it three times but he would still give me a blank expression whenever I asked a question. I wondered if he was doing it just to irritate me. If so, he was doing a pretty good job at it.

"Do you have something to eat?" I asked, feeling hungry all of a sudden.

"You know the way to kitchen." He simply said, not even glancing up from his game. 

He would be the worst host ever and boyfriend. Not that I care.

I gritted my teeth, stomping towards the kitchen. I swear he brings out the worst in me. He always manages to rile me up somehow. I am sure he did it purposely to get a reaction out of me and sadly it works every time. Aggravating and infuriating me. If only glares could kill!

I scanned the kitchen searching for something eatable. My eyes automatically drifted to the fridge. I opened it, hoping to find something. But all I saw was a few bottles of cold water, 1 half empty coke bottle from god knows which year, wrappers of chocolates and Oreos and some lettuce. I huffed and closed the door hard, making the bottles rattle inside in protest.

"Don't break things, this isn't your house." Ace shouted, making me want to bang all the doors thousand times each and if any of them were still intact bang them another thousand times.

Next I opened the cupboards, looking for sugar and coffee powder. I finally found them in a corner. And then I realized there was no milk. Fucktastic!

"Got anything?" A voice came from behind, making me jump in surprise. 

I turned to him, with narrowed eyes. "I am super hungry. And when I am hungry I get angry faster."

He grunted. "You are angry all the time."

"Yeah but when I am hungry it's instant." I clicked my fingers to make my point.

He smirked, playing with his motorbike keys. "There's a cafe nearby."

"You could have told this sooner and saved me fifteen minutes." I grumbled.

"Oh but it was fun watching you go all hulk on the poor utensils and doors." He said nonchalantly, turning to go.

"You are the most frustrating guy I have ever met and trust me I have met plenty guys." I swore, slamming the kitchen door shut.

"Remember what I said about breaking and I'll take that as a compliment." He shrugged, getting on his bike.

"You would." I rolled my eyes. "So this cafe is in the direction of my house?"

He took a few seconds to reply. "Nope."

"Okay, so we can go there on your bike and then you drop me here again. I'll take my bag and go home." I said merrily, going to his bike.

"Woah there! I am not taking you on my bike." He shook his head, putting a hand over his bike like it was the Oscar award.  

I blew a breath. "It will save us time and energy resources. Use your brains for a change."

"I do use my brains, you should too. Oh wait! You don't have any!" He exclaimed in mock horror.

"Of course not! That's precisely why Mrs. Finn assigned me tutor you. Oh the irony!"

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."

"It is the only answer to stupidity."

"Haha, you aren't afraid of motorbikes?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Sore loser." I gloated. "Why should I be?"

"Most good girls are afraid of bikes."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who said I am a good girl? That's just being so stereotypical. And I have an elder brother who practically makes bikes. Of course I am not afraid. Although I hate rash driving, I hope you'll drive like a good citizen when a girl is behind you."

"You are my tutor and class president is proof enough that you are a good girl."  

"That's so imprudent!" I exclaimed crossly.

He raised an eyebrow. "You people don't know me but still think that I own a gang of delinquents and kill people." He pointed out.

I opened my mouth to protest but closed it again, knowing it was true. 

We all judge people, without really knowing them or the truth behind their actions.

We can't judge people on what we see because what we see is what they want us to see.

"So about the bike drive?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

He shook his head as his eyes ran along the area, debating if he should allow me. Finally he answered. "You want to sit on the bike, don't blame me later."

I shrugged, crossing my fingers. "No rash driving." I reminded. 

He grinned evilly. "No promises."

And at that moment I knew this was going to be one hell of a ride.

Yay brains for the stupid idea!