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The vibe he exuded felt like an iceberg, it was solitary and incredibly freezing. The dean and Tiffany Lane were beside him, pacing back and forth anxiously. Suddenly, Mark Tremont spoke up. “Southline University’s tutors are pretty ‘unique’.”

“Because I have an idea.” I did not like the sound of that. “I help you get Dante’s attention,” he said. “In return you tutor me in English.” I laughed. “That is ridiculous.” “You need help with Dante and I need help passing.” “It’s not my fault you sleep through lectures.” He smiled. “So you are going to reject his invitation to the party?” My stomach flipped. I hesitated. He watched me. “The deal starts tomorrow.” “I said no.” We had a stare down for a moment before I sighed in defeat.

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. - .

“I’m not going to lie, the offer seems good.” “It is.” “And it is away from home. Home is shitty to me.” “Home is shitty too—okay, not shitty but home is home and we all love to get away from home,” Lisa adds. “And Jerome offered to tutor me. I think It will be a good thing for me.” I dive my teeth into the wafer cone, taking my first sweet bite out of it before I continue. “He’s a scriptwriter and that’s the closest thing I’ve gotten to an author. Technically, he is an author, right?” These things confused me.

I knew I won't be seeing him any time soon. "Well, good for you then, that must have felt pretty badass," Alex replied, smiling at me. Alex is always the understanding one. "It sure did." I agreed. I was glad to have worn my favorite pair of jeans today and one of my favorite floral tops. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out of my jeans and stared at the screen. A text message from an unknown number. I frowned, not recalling that I had any prior arrangements. It read, 'Hello, when will be free for your tuition session? -your new history tutor' Oh yes. Ms Raymond and the tutor she has assigned to me. How could I forget?

I knocked on the door and grace glared at me while Melvin smirked, I sighed and gave them a fake smile. "Congratulations, you guys deserve each other." I licked my chapped lips and stared at them. "I wouldn't say the same to you guys." Grace smirked. "Why? You are jealous?" I asked with a sneaky smile. "Not really because you will have the same destiny as the old french tutor." She shrugged and I paled. "What are you talking about?" I asked with uncertainty. "Nelson and Nate always made a bet about this french tutor, remembered when he fucked his old teacher and won a prize well it's going to happen to you." Melvin added with a smirk and I frowned.

Heron “So your telling me the most eligible bachelor in the country proposes to you and you say no?” the exasperation in Clem’s voice was a welcomed comfort on this rather drab morning. It had not stopped raining, and I had to take off my display cases, that would barely fend against the wind. Though being under the canopy meant they weren’t drenched to the bone. Clem looked stary eyes as she rested her hands beneath her chin, her braids swooped up in an intricate bun, “You have to go back and say yes.”

Class hour begins but her mind is still tethered to the letter. After school, in grades 1-4. Most children in grades 1-4 have already left the classroom. One-two children remain to complete the lesson notes. There are also those who are tidying up things to prepare to go home. There are some children who still feel lingering leisurely conversation in class with friends. There was also Jennie who had just finished reading the contents of a mysterious letter she received from Lea during the break. After reading it she became even more confused. Because even though there is the name of the author of the letter, there is still no clarity about who exactly the letter is addressed to. If it's for