All Chapters of The Bad Boy Is My Tutor: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Vince's POVBefore I knew it, a week has flown by in a blur. My private tutor, Rinos, had been coming to tutor me twice a week, more than the usual of just once. I didn't mind that, as we'd grown to be friendlier over the years.He was short and stocky, and he almost always wore a cap on his head. Maybe he was really bald, as the rumors say.But the most interesting part of him was his enormously long black beard that swept anything that it touched. He always came early, and our maids had to hurry to sweep up fallen leaves in our yard as he trudged forward loudly in his boots.His voice, in contrast to his appearance, was high-pitched and soft. He was knowledgeable after all, being a renowned professor before retiring. He tutored me i

Amanda's POV "I'll kill him," Vince said, his eyes so dark they were almost as black as night. I inhaled sharply. This was a version of Vince that I'd never seen before. His jaw was clenched, and his lips were set together in a harsh line.  The Vince I knew was carefree, flirty and he always cracked jokes no matter the occasion, especially inappropriately. However, a different version of Vince became to emerge today. I was transfixed by him, unable to keep my intrigue out. I never knew he had the capacity to feel such anger and contempt against anyone. I inhaled sharply. I didn't want things to go out of hand. After all, my dad just returned from prison after 5 years. Even though 5 years ago I vowed to myself that I would never forgive him, for what he did to me, gradually, I began to be able to let go. Last year was my breakthrough. I decided to work extra hard for school, and I attained stellar grades in school. My teachers were all impressed,

Amanda's POVI ran towards the history building, my legs feeling like air. "Hello, Amanda," Ms. Raymond said in surprise, looking up from her desk. Ms. Raymond always told the class where her desk was, in case we needed to look for her for consultations.This never came at a much handier time. I didn't think that I would actually say this, but I needed Ms. Raymond. I remembered the day that Vince had told me that Ms. Raymond was actually his biological mom.It was difficult to see the resemblance at first, no offense to Vince. Ms. Raymond's big burly size was vastly different from the slender-looking Vince. I've never really looked at Ms. Raymond closely before, but I could see, through her thick glasses, bright brown eyes that matched Vince's. Why didn't I notice it before? And the strange request for Vince to be my tutor.I should have seen it coming. Vince had explained to me that his parents had divorced a long time ago. He didn't say why, but I suppo

Amanda's POV The plan was set. Now, we just had to put it into action. I didn't know why, but I felt more confident, with the help of Ms. Raymond. I just needed to wait until tonight. This was time to prove that I didn't need a man to come to my rescue. I was capable of doing things on my own, and despite my attachment to Vince now, it made me feel more empowered and in control. Perhaps, I didn't need Vince for once.  I felt bad to burden him sometimes, especially with my friend Layla. It wasn't his fault at all. It was mine, for getting involved in the file and the Victoria business. I shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising onto my skin. What was wrong with her, and what did she want from me? When I went back home, my mind was relieved after a fruitful and informed time with Ms. Raymond, who did share some of Vince's quirks with me.  "You know, when Vince was younger, he would flap his wings like that," Ms. Raymond demonstrates,

Vince's POVWhen I spoke on the phone with Amanda, I had already known that she was lying. Layla was her best friend, there was no way that she would be this unconcerned about her. What was she hiding from me and more importantly, why was she hiding?Amanda was going to be my girlfriend, almost. We couldn't afford to keep any more secrets from each other, unless absolutely necessary. No doubt, I felt a little hurt by her evasive actions, but if she thought that this was going to stop me, she was wrong.I was stubborn and determined in nature, so nothing would stop me. Nonetheless, I hadn't always been badass. I was always shorter and less bright than my classmates, but I've always fought harder than them. In elementary school, however, I was continually teased for my size.Usually, I would just ignore them but the bullying had gotten so bad to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I decided enough is enough, so I punched the biggest bully in the face