Alle Kapitel von Lessons In Love: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 9

Adrian Sinclair believed in structure. In routine. In the comfort of knowing exactly how his day would unfold, down to the smallest detail. His planner was always filled, his schedule meticulously crafted, and he prided himself on never—never—letting anything derail him.That’s why, as he sat in the dimly lit university library, fingers skimming over neatly handwritten notes, he found solace in the silence. The rhythmic scratch of his pen, the soft rustle of book pages, the faint hum of the overhead lights—this was his sanctuary.He was just a normal college student—well, a straight A college student— that was very meticulous in the way he plans his days and if things don't go according to plan, he stresses. As he scribbled on, he hummed silently in excitement. He was getting to the end of the essay he was working on and then he could have a nice and relaxing time by reading one of the novels he had on his list. Then his phone buzzed.Adrian frowned at the screen. A message from Prof

The next tutoring session was supposed to be routine.Adrian had structured the lesson plan, prepared additional worksheets, and even adjusted his expectations. He would not let Liam Hunter’s frustrating attitude get under his skin again.But, of course, Liam had other plans.---Their usual spot in the campus library was taken. Adrian arrived early, as always, only to find the small study cubicle already occupied by a group of students. He tried negotiating with them (which, in his case, meant pointedly reminding them that they never used this space before), but it didn’t work.Liam showed up ten minutes late to find Adrian standing stiffly near the bookshelves, arms crossed.“Yo, professor.” Liam tossed his duffel bag onto a nearby chair. “Why do you look like someone just stole your lunch money?”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Our table is taken.”Liam peeked over, then shrugged. “So? We’ll find another spot.”Adrian exhaled through his nose. He hated changes in routine.After some wande

Claire leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, watching Liam from across the hall. Beside her, Jason smirked.“So, Liam’s got a new favorite now?” Jason mused.Claire glanced at him. “What are you talking about?”Jason nodded toward where Liam stood, talking—no, smirking—at Adrian Sinclair. The quiet, nerdy tutor. The last person anyone expected to be on Liam’s radar.Claire tilted her head. “Huh.”Jason chuckled. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type, Claire.”Claire scoffed. “Jealous? Please. I just didn’t think Liam would ever take an interest in someone like that.”Jason shrugged. “Maybe he’s just bored. You know how he is.”But Claire wasn’t so sure.She had dated Liam long enough to know his type—and Adrian Sinclair wasn’t it.So why was Liam bothering with him?Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Liam ruffle Adrian’s hair, making the tutor swat his hand away with an annoyed scowl.Interesting.---Later that day, Adrian sat in the campus café, flipping through his notes

This was a mistake.Adrian stood at the edge of the dance floor, his arms crossed as music pulsed through the air. The flashing lights and the thrumming bass made everything feel too loud, too chaotic, too foreign."I knew you’d be boring," Claire teased, nudging him with her elbow. "But this? Just standing here like a grumpy old man?""I don’t dance," Adrian muttered."Clearly."Before she could say more, Liam appeared out of nowhere, his signature cocky grin in place."Come on, Sinclair," Liam said smoothly, grabbing Adrian’s wrist. "You’re embarrassing me."Claire smiled and danced off without giving them a second glance.Adrian shot him a murderous glare. "How am I embarrassing you?""You’re my tutor. You’re supposed to be smart. And smart people know how to enjoy themselves once in a while," he said with a mischievous grin."That is the worst logic I’ve ever heard," he said, giving an eye roll that could have made his eyes go to the back of his head.Liam just grinned and pulled

It's been a few days since the party and Adrian had been receiving some few glances since then—at the library, in classes, at the cafeteria. He tried his best not to worry too much about it but it keeps on bothering him. Everywhere he went, he felt like they were all talking about him. But that didn't stop him from continuing the tutor sessions he had with Laim. He had tried to hide it from Liam but the football star was smarter than Adrian thought. "You shouldn't think about what they are saying," Laim has told him during one of their sessions. "I'm not thinking about anything," was the reply he gave. "Okay," Liam had responded, not willing to push too far. They had both left it at that and continued what they were doing but Adrian still had the feeling in mind. --- Adrian wasn’t expecting a surprise that morning. But the moment he stepped into the campus café, he heard a voice from his past. "Sinclair, is that you?" He froze. Only one person ever called him that o