I exhale in relief. I’ve never cared about biology and I won’t be starting now, I was just going to wing my final exams anyway. At least this way, I can bribe or even threaten my tutor to do the work for me.
“Who is going to tutor me?” I question, ready to find out who I have to start threatening.
“The best student in my class,” he tells me, his voice filled with exhaustion and that’s when I realize.
Oh no.
“Isn’t the best student in your class…” I can’t even finish my sentence, I cannot get the words out because if I do, then I will wreck pure havoc on Professor Khalid and his classroom.
He sighs loudly, before answering. “Adaline Emery.”
Chapter THREE
A d a l i n e
Whydid I have the worst luck on the planet? Why is the universe conspiring against me?
When Professor Khalid ushered me into his classroom and told me about being assigned as Juliette’s tutor, I bursted out laughing. I only stopped when I saw the rage on Juliette’s face. That’s when I realized that Professor Khalid wasn’t joking; not in the slightest.
That was ten minutes ago. Now, I’m standing in his classroom, Juliette is standing next to me shooting glares at him and all I can think about is how I’m going to strangle the two of them and get away with it.
“I can’t tutor her. She’s Satan’s spawn!” I holler thunderously, slamming my fists down on the table and he flinches.
I would never usually behave this way with Professor Khalid, he is my favourite teacher after all. Or at least he was, until this moronic decision.
“I’d rather not be tutored by a dyke like her either!” Juliette retorts, hands on her hips.
I refrain from kicking her blonde, little head.Bitch.
“That’s enough!” Mr Khalid slams his hands down on the desk. “First of all, that type of homophobic language will not be tolerated Miss Kingston.” His eyes turn to me, “Secondly, Adaline, I apologize. I know you do not get along with Miss Kingston. I’m hoping you can put that aside for the sake of tutoring her.”
I gasp. “Absolutely not!”
Seriously, was he on drugs? Why would I put my pride aside? I’m not an arrogant or prideful person, but when it comes to Juliette, my pride rockets tenfold. There is nothing on this planet that would make me agree to tutoring Juliette Kingston—
“Not even if I offer you a commendation letter for Oxford?” He interrupts my thoughts.
Okay. So maybe there is something. I narrow my eyes at him gently. I can tell he is trying to refrain from smiling. He knows that my dream school is Oxford, so this letter will really help my chances of admission, especially since he used to work at Oxford himself when he was younger.
Am I really going to let Juliette get in the way of my future?Of course not.I sigh, defeated and Juliette does the same. She’s probably terrified her mother will cut off her allowance if she fails biology.Spoiled cunt.
“Fine. You can come to my house and you can start tutoring me now,” Juliette says hastily and tries to yank my arm.
I snatch it away instantly and recoil, not missing the way she narrows her eyes at me after I do so.
“What have I told you about touching me?”
“Don’t start—”
“Ladies. Both of you need to stop fighting.” Mr Khalid exclaims loudly. “You both have something to gain from this. Juliette you get to stay on the team and Adaline, you get your letter.”Oh, so that’s why Juliette is agreeing to being tutored.“Just try and cooperate with one another, you might even be able to put the hierarchies of this place behind you.”
“I want to proofread the letter and be able to make any suggestions,” I blurt out, truly not listening to a word he’s saying. I hear Juliette slightly giggle under her breath at my comment and Professor Khalid just looks exhausted.
Who cares about getting to understand Juliette Kingston or hierarchies? Does he think that speech is going to suddenly make me ecstatic about tutoring Juliette? Maybe it would have a few years ago, when I was a little softer. Right now, I could care less.
“Yes, whatever you’d like,” he says, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll email it to you. Make any changes you want and send it back. But I’ll only send it off once Juliette passes her final exam.”
“Fine. I’ll tutor her,” I grumble in agreement and he smiles. I’m sure Juliette is satisfied too, although I don’t look her way.
