My Stud Novels & Stories

Somehow all the lovy dovy things they did looked fake. "I think we should leave them alone." Jordan whispered. I nodded. "I also think that. " I said chuckling and walking away with Jordan. "So are you a student?" He asked while moving leading me towards a small garden. I followed. "Yes! I'm a medical student. Senior year." I said and Jordan nodded. "I think medical studies are tough. Isn't it? " He said while stopping and turning towards me. "No! Not that tough but when one gets used to these studies they feel easy." I said. He nodded.

I was in my house library studying and taking notes of things I didn’t understand so I could ask my tutor to explain it to me when we came at the usual time. I increased my studying time after I met that prick, Colton. I had to take a deep breath as I remembered him and made sure to get my emotions under control. I don’t want to lose to that dick. I have to keep my studying up so he will not catch up with me. I would rather bite my tongue off than lose to that stuck up dick.

"Yeah. Ander asks I come with him. There's nothing I'm doing right now, so I guessed, why not? Can you come?" Maybe he forgot I'm a total hermit crab. I shake my head no. "Oh yeah. You're studying. I'll be back tomorrow morning. If there's anything you need, meet Kyle. He too has a test he's studying for." "Okay. Will do. Enjoy yourselves."

I crushed it down hard, buried it. “Yeah, it’s been rough,” I said, keeping the voice soft and wobbly, adding a small sniff while I stared at the floor. “Studying nonstop, grinding grades so nobody asks why this ‘guy’ is glued to textbooks. Sneaking when the guys horse around and I’m terrified one of them will brush something that doesn’t fit. I didn’t want to drag you in, Kael. Swear. I just wanted the degree, a real shot. And now… you know, and I’m scared to death but also kinda relieved? I don’t even know. Don’t hate me, okay?”

I can't seem to think of anything. I am currently studying as a fourth year college student and I'm taking up BS Biology. In just a few months, our sufferings will end and we will graduate. I also maintain my high grades because I have been a certified honor student since elementary but in my current situation, I seem to be losing my mood to study hard. "Are you okay? You were lethargic in class earlier," Jess commented while we were in the cafeteria. I just nodded. "Don't think about your problem. It's a good thing you were still high on the quiz earlier even though you didn't review!"

He dared call my studying nonsense? I glared at him angered. "It is not nonsense, I am studying."I told him. "Who the hell studies on a Friday night? I think just the crazy ones like you."he told me. He kept insulting me. "Why are you studying when everyone is at a party. Your friend Marcus has a party and you are just sitting in the room instead of going." he told me.

Some girls might be the main characters, but I’m just the background extra who helps them pass organic chemistry. Which is how I ended up here: 11 PM on a Thursday, crammed in a private study room in the basement of the library with four guys I’ve been tutoring all semester. Jacob Chen. Pre-med. Sharp cheekbones, sharper mind when he actually applies himself. He sits across from me every session and has never once made eye contact. Marcus Williams. Engineering. Built like he spends more time in the gym than studying, which he does. He copies my notes without asking. Tyler Reid. Business major. Cocky grin, rich parents, treats everything like a joke. He’s called me “glasses girl” for three mo

Aurora’s POV Things were changing, slowly but unmistakably, like cracks spreading across a frozen lake. Exams had taken over Ridgewood Academy like a relentless storm. The campus buzzed with anxious energy—students huddled in the library until closing, coffee cups littering every table, and whispered discussions about past papers and essay structures filling the air. I threw myself into the chaos with almost punishing dedication. Notebooks filled with meticulous notes, practice tests completed late into the night, and group review sessions that left me mentally drained but physically present. It was easier this way. Studying gave me a purpose that didn’t involve confronting the mess I had ma

My mistakes didn’t have to bother her anymore. “Oh.” Elena let out. She pointed between the both of us. “I think it’s a good plan, Stacy. You get to study in a prestigious Uni, away from this crap city and have a smart tutor by your side. You should consider it.” “Yeah,” Stacy said in a heartbeat. “I will.” Though we were lying, I really hoped she meant this part.