All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LENA’S POVI turned on my heel and started walking away, my footsteps echoing down the hallway.Behind me, I could hear Jace following stubbornly, his longer strides easily keeping pace with me.“Get back here, I’m talking to you,” he said, his voice tight with frustration.I kept walking, my chin held high even though my heart was hammering. I could feel the eyes of so many students hanging around to watch our every move as though we were the morning’s premium HD entertainment.“Go away, Jace,” I said without looking back. “People are staring at us. You’re embarrassing me.”Suddenly, he was in front of me, moving fast with that athletic speed that came from years on the field. Before I could protest, he reached out and yanked the stack of reports right out of my arms.“Jace, give those back—”“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” He fell into step beside me, carrying my reports while glaring daggers at the side of my face. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the mus

“No,” I said firmly.“Video vixen?” someone else suggested.“Escort?”“What? No!” My face burned. “I’m just a student, like all of you. I work a part-time job as a tutor.”“Alright, back the fuck up,” Jace’s voice boomed from behind me. “All of you, get out of my way.”The crowd scattered like a bunch of startled birds at the sight of Jace, giving him a wide berth as he made his way to his seat, the one directly behind mine.Which was weird, because he never came to class and the few times he did, he always sat all the way at the back. But now he was close enough that I could feel his gaze, hot on the back of my neck, even when I wasn’t looking.He sat down on his chair with enough force to make it scrape against the floor. “Why the fuck are you acting like this?” he demanded, leaning forward so his voice was low and meant only for me. “Why won’t you talk to me?”I pulled out my notebook and pen with deliberate precision, focusing on arranging them perfectly parallel on my desk. “Wha

My stomach dropped, being singled out by the oddly attractive new teacher on my first day back was not part of the plan at all."Well... yes.""I've heard you were one of the brightest students in this school." His tone was cool and professional, gazing approvingly at me. "Mrs. McCarthy spoke very highly of you in her notes."I felt my face flush, I had always been a sucker for praise. "Not really. I'm sure there are plenty of other students who are good at history.""Perhaps." He walked slowly down the aisle toward my desk, his hands clasped behind his back like a professor from an old movie. "But I hope you can be a good example to those who need help in this class. Those who lack focus." His gaze shifted past me to Jace, and the temperature in the room seemed to go cold.Jace straightened in his chair, his whole body going tense. "Are you referring to me, teach?”The two of them stared at each other; Jace lounging in his seat like he owned the place, and Mr. Reeves standing over hi

"Will you please stop this?" Jake pleaded, trying to position himself between the two groups. "This is insane!""I will, gladly," Allison said, her voice dripping with venom. "As soon as you and your band of freaks get the fuck off my lunch table."She turned her attention back to me, stalking forward until she was only inches from my face.I shrank back in fear, not keen to find out what part of my body she would manhandle next but it didn’t help.She got even closer, bringing her face so close to mine that we were nose to nose. I had never seen anyone with a more bloodthirsty expression in my life.Her finger jabbed into my chest, once, twice, then three times, using each poke to emphasize her words."Do you honestly think getting a makeover and putting on a few discount clothes puts you on the same level as me?" She laughed, her eyes full of cruelty."Bitch, you're still the same pathetic nobody you always were. You are the mud underneath my Louboutins, do you hear me? Just a little

Mrs. Sinclair moved around the desk calmly. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat when I stopped directly in front of Allison, looking down at her coldly."Miss Vandenberg," she said harshly, bearing down on Allison till she was forced to pull back in her chair, "you appear to be under the misapprehension that you are my equal. I suggest you rein it in and take a seat."She plucked the phone from Allison's hand and walked to the corner of the room, dropping it into a clear plastic box labelled CONFISCATED ITEMS."You can't—" Allison sputtered. "That's my property…""Sit. Down."Allison sat, her face flushed red with humiliation and rage. Madison, beside her, looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.Mrs. Sinclair returned to her desk, her composure completely intact. "Will one of you explain this to me calmly, please? Explain why my cafeteria is currently covered in five thousand dollars' worth of food? Explain it to me so I have something to tell the poor janitor who has to cl