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Private Lessons

Riley Adams is what high schoolers would call a nerd: booksmart and shy, with zero fashion sense. Tristan Harris is the exact opposite: captain of the football team, and the hottest guy in school by far. To say they don’t get along is putting it mildly… But then Riley starts offering private lessons to make some quick cash. Sure, they might despise each other, but it’s a thin line between love and hate.

Age Rating: 18+


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Riley Adams is what high schoolers would call a nerd: booksmart and shy, with zero fashion sense. Tristan Harris is the exact opposite: captain of the football team, and the hottest guy in school by far. To say they don’t get along is putting it mildly… But then Riley starts offering private lessons to make some quick cash. Sure, they might despise each other, but it’s a thin line between love and hate.

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Chaotic Soul


“For the love of God! Stop screaming!” I groaned with my eyes still shut.

I stretched out my hand, reaching for my stupid phone to shut it off, but it ended up falling on the ground with a loud thud.


I threw the sheets away from my body in anger and picked up my phone from the floor to see a small crack on the top left corner, and the name of my best friend blinking on the screen.

“Lucy! It’s Sunday!” I almost-yelled at her when I answered her call. I hated it when someone interrupted my sleep, especially on a Sunday.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine!” she replied in a sarcastic tone.

I rolled my eyes. “You better have a good reason for calling me,” I yawned. I fell back on my bed, pushing my chestnut brown hair away from my face.

“School is starting tomorrow, and we are officially seniors now. We need to go shopping, Ri.”

“You mean you need to go shopping,” I replied lazily, trying to get back under the covers.

“Riley Adams, you better get out of bed. I’m going to be there in like, fifteen minutes to drag your lazy ass to the mall.” She cut the call without waiting for my reply.

I loved that girl to bits but she drove me insane sometimes.

After a lot of pouting, I got out of my tiny bed and took a quick shower.

I pulled on my ripped jeans and my favorite Gryffindor hoodie, then threw my hair up in a bun before heading downstairs to see my dad reading a newspaper on the couch.

“Wow, you’re up early. It is Sunday, right?” he asked in a doubtful tone, adjusting his glasses to check the date on the paper.

“Lucy is making me go shopping with her again,” I whined, grabbing a bowl and a box of cereal from the shelves in the kitchen.

“But that’s great right? It is about time you bought some new clothes for yourself.” He reached for his wallet to give me some money.

“I am not going to buy anything for myself, Dad. And what’s wrong with my clothes?” I pouted, looking down at my hoodie and jeans.

“Nothing, sweetheart, but if you feel like buying new clothes, I want you to ask me for money. Please, don’t hesitate.” He smiled at me warmly.

I sighed, walking toward him with my bowl of cereal. “I know, dad but I’m fine.”

“Alright, then. I’m going to head to the store to pick up a few things for dinner. Lock the door before you go, okay?” He kissed my forehead and got up to leave.


It was just me and my dad. My mom wasn’t in the picture.

She and my dad had gotten divorced when I was five years old. She left him for another guy. We weren’t in touch with her, and she didn’t try to get in touch with us.

My dad was a carpenter. Even though he was paid decently, it wasn’t always enough, so I had a part-time job at a library near my school.

Dad tried to talk me out of it; he didn’t like me juggling work and studies at the same time, but obviously I’d won in the end.

I could be stubborn as hell sometimes.

For now we were able to pay the bills, but I was worried about college. I was just an average student, and getting a scholarship was totally out of the question.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Coming!” I shouted, placing the half-eaten bowl of cereal on the coffee table and rushing to get the door.

I came face-to-face with my best and only friend in the whole wide world, Lucy Wilson.

She was the exact opposite of me.

Beautiful. Smart. Rich.

Literally, every guy in our school had a huge crush on her. Sometimes, I wondered why she hung out with a loser like me.

She never showed off her wealth, like other rich girls. That was one of the reasons I liked her. We had been friends since the first grade.

“Shall we?” she chirped enthusiastically, dangling her car keys in front of my face.

I shut the door behind me. “Yeah, but give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?”

“Because you love me, babe.” She winked and got in her car. I climbed into the passenger’s seat.

“I hate you, Wilson. You owe me,” I grumbled, sinking back into the seat. Soon we were on the road.

“Stop whining, Ri. It’s going to be fun.”

“Fun for you. Boring for me.”

“Let’s get you some new clothes, too. Something hot and sexy. It’s senior year, Ri, and you are still a virgin.” She whispered the last part.

I scowled. “Do I look like I care?” I asked with a shrug.

She paid me no mind. “But I do care, and as your best friend, it’s my duty to make sure you get a boyfriend this year. You are so getting laid before we head off to college.”.

Easy for her to say. She was dating Andrew Simmon. He was on the swim team, and he was the perfect guy. They had been dating for almost a year now.

“I have more important things on my plate, Lu,” I said quietly.

She sighed heavily. “I told you, my parents are more than willing to pay for your college, babe. You can pay them back whenever you can.”

I shook my head firmly. “No way! I’ve told you a million times, I’m not okay with it. I can find a way to earn some extra bucks and save up for college.”

I gazed out the window.

“It’s really hard to convince your stubborn ass sometimes,” she muttered under her breath.

But I was already lost in my thoughts.


“What about this one?” Lucy asked, coming out of the dressing room in a purple skirt.

“Eww! No way.” I grimaced. She gave me a dirty look.

We’d been at this for hours. Finally, she ended up buying the dress that she’d picked out first.

“Who are you texting?” I asked as we began walking toward McDonalds. I was starving.

“Andrew. He just got back from his vacation, and I can’t wait to see him.” She sounded excited, and I smiled at her. They were so cute together.

The thought of having a boyfriend did excite me sometimes. I mean, I wasn’t completely boring. I’d been on a date or two, but obviously it hadn’t ended well.

I wasn’t the type that guys usually go for. I was a nerdy girl who wore hoodies and baggy clothes, and honestly I was more comfortable being that way.

I wanted a guy to like me for who I was; I didn’t want to change myself just to get a boyfriend.

“Yo, Adams! Still can’t afford to buy some decent clothes at the mall?”

I heard a familiar-yet-irritating voice call out from behind me and turned to see the most annoyingly perfect face. One that I absolutely loathed.


Captain of the football team.





Arrogant as hell.

I hated him to the core. It had started back in the seventh grade, when he’d begun picking up on me for no reason at all, and it had only gotten worse from there.

All those popular guys needed targets–to show off their coolness in front of others–and I guessed I was Tristan’s prey.

“Fuck off, Tristan. Leave her alone,” Lucy spat at him. But he just laughed with his friends as they kept walking toward us.

“Always a pleasure, Adams. Can’t wait to make fun of you at school tomorrow.” He smirked and I flipped him off as he walked past, trailed by his stupid friends.

“God, I hate that stupid jerkface,” I grumbled.

Lucy put an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t mind him, babe. Just one more year.”

“Yeah. Let’s go home. I’ve completely lost my appetite,” I sulked, pulling her toward the exit.


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“Fuck! I hate it, Ri. It’s only been a week, and we’re already swamped with homework and assignments,” Lucy groaned in frustration.

We were in study hall, working on our math assignment during a free period.

“What else would you prefer doing?” I asked her.

“Anything besides this. Also, Andrew is annoying me to the core. He hasn’t texted me since this morning.” She checked her phone, which she had done every two minutes for almost an hour.

“Here, let me help you.” I grabbed her notebook and started to teach her.

I was pretty good at math; it was probably the only thing I was good at.

“Damn! You are good, girl.” She whistled when I solved a complex problem.

I shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “You just need to use your brain.” I teased, earning a smack on my arm from her.

“Shut up.”

She pursed her lips. “You know what? You could probably do this for money,” she added.

My brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think anyone in our grade is as good as you at math. You could put up an advertisement on the school notice board, or in the newspaper, for tutoring,” she explained.

I thought about that for a while. It was actually a pretty good way to earn some money for college.

I would be learning and teaching at the same time. And Dad would understand if I explained it to him.

“Do you think anyone would sign up?” I asked in a doubtful tone.

“Of course. Just post it anonymously with your contact details, and let’s wait and see. No harm in trying, right?”

“You know, I think you finally put that brain of yours to use,” I said with a grin.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go, babe. I’m craving some ice cream.” She stood up without waiting for my reply.

I copied her actions, collecting my things from the table.


“Psst! Why is Tristan staring at you?” Lucy hissed.

I frowned. We were inside a small ice cream booth nearby Woodcreek High School. Half the school was inside the small place, so it wasn’t a big surprise that Tristan was here.

He and his mates hung out there almost every day.

“I think it’s time for us to leave,” I whispered back, brushing her question aside.

“Do you think he secretly likes you or something, and that’s why he annoys you?”

“Eww! Gross! Lucy, stop looking over at his table. I don’t need any drama today; I need to get to the library. I’m late for my shift.”

I stood, hiding my face in my hoodie, and walked toward the counter. She immediately followed me, half-running to catch up with my pace.

“Alright, relax. I was just kidding,” she sighed from beside me as I paid for our orders at the counter.

She was right, though. I could feel his eyes boring into my back, and I couldn’t understand why.

Was he planning something big?

I had no freaking idea.

We rushed out of the shop, and I let out a huge sigh of relief.

We said our goodbyes and she went home while I walked back to the school to submit my tutoring ad to the school newspaper.

It was nearly five pm by the time I left the school premises and made my way toward the small library that stood near the school.

“Hey, Judy!” I called out to the girl behind the reception desk. She turned around to face me with a bright smile.

She was around my age, with short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She went to a different school, so I didn’t know much about her.

“Right on time, as always. Have fun, Riley.” She smiled and started to collect her things to leave.

The library was almost empty except for a few kids doing their homework or reading books.

I soon got bored and started to work on my own schoolwork. I was about halfway through it when I felt a huge shadow looming over my head.

I lifted my gaze to see who it was and my eyes went wide, my mouth hanging open with a pencil dangling between my lips.

I was met with a pair of ocean-green eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes, and a pair of plump lips. His chiseled jawline was sharp enough to cut through anything.

My eyes roamed freely over his disheveled light-brown hair. He was wearing a white short-sleeved polo underneath a black jacket that looked really hot on his arrogant frame.

I came out of my trance immediately, feeling ashamed to have been checking out my enemy.

Fuck! Lucy was right.

Did he always look this good?

“Are you done checking me out?” Tristan smirked, leaning against the desk. I caught a whiff of his strong, musky cologne and tingles went down my spine.

Ew! Ew! Ew!

Dear God! Please don’t do this.

“Could you please take a step back? I’m feeling nauseous.” I coughed a bit, trying to get myself together.

“More like breathless, Adams. I tend to have that effect on people. Girls especially,” he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes at his cockiness.

“I didn’t know you work here,” he added, throwing a book at me.

I caught it swiftly and looked down at the title, raising an eyebrow. It was a trigonometry textbook.

“And I didn’t know you studied instead of fooling around,” I replied almost immediately,

He sighed heavily. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” he said.

I was surprised by his decent response, and more confused than ever.

“You have seven days to return the book without any damage,” I said, typing away on the computer in front of me. I looked up to find him staring at me.

He snatched the book from my hand, and I scowled.

Spoke too soon.

“Whatever.” He cleared his throat and rushed outside, leaving me puzzled.

“Asshole,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. Thankfully, he didn’t turn around to give me any snide comments, but just kept walking toward his fancy-ass car.

My shift ended at seven. After grabbing my stuff, I started walking in the direction of my house, wearing my earbuds.

When I got home, my dad’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so I made dinner for myself and him.

After finishing my dinner, I went up to my room and turned on the TV to watch a Channing Tatum movie. Not even Lucy knew that I watched romance movies.

I acted tough on the outside, saying that I hated romance and all that cringy stuff, but deep down, I secretly wanted a love story of my own, as corny as it might sound.

I was a girl after all; I wanted to experience all the cute and sexy stuff that high school girls gushed about.

I thought about Lucy’s words from the other day.

Get a boyfriend?

But who would even talk to a girl as boring as me?

I sighed and drifted off to sleep to the soothing sound of Channing’s voice in the movie.


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