The Stonner's Chick

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Zara POV

We have six days left for our quarterly exams, the pre-tests are done. They already gave test papers, I got A+ in every subject.

But I'm still a bit not sure about economics, because I can’t remember the concepts for a long time. I decided to study in the school’s library. Going through the test paper while walking towards the library.

Whenever there are exams, the school gives us a week time to self-study which means no classes.

I bought my iPad with me because if I have any problem with the concept I can google it. There were students on the ground floor busy with their study. A few of them are writing their last hour assignments, not finding any empty space on the ground floor I decided to go to the first floor.

I reached the first floor of the library, not many people come to the first floor. There is a rumour saying that some old spirit roams around or stays on the first floor which is totally rubbish. They made this rumour so that a few seniors can makeout with their partners. good thing, I can sort here for hours without any disturbance. I went straight to the third aisle, I sat down cross-legged at the end of the aisle.

Signing happily I leaned against the thick and strong book wall. I took out my books and pencil case. I started reading micro and macroeconomics.

L O R E N Z O

I failed in economics and commerce, when I went home I saw my dad already sitting in the living room.

″Here goes the drama ″ I thought because I know he already got the message from the principal.

″If you are not going to graduate your high school, forget about the company, our company deserves a graduate and intelligent person. ″

″If you don’t bring up or improve your grades, I'm gonna hand over my hard work and company to your cousin," he added placing the coffee cup down. I looked at him shocked and in anger holding on to my bag. 

″Why in the hell would you do that and what I'm gonna do?!" I asked him, raising my voice.

"I don’t know what you gonna do if you don’t graduate, and I don’t care unless you bring a bad name to our family by taking that weed and drugs. You already brought enough name to us. I don’t want another name by you bringing down my company."

“I'm not gonna bring the company down and nor you are handing over the company to him."

Not that I hate my cousin, he is one year older than me and he is like a big brother to me, but the company was and is my first priority, my dream from my childhood. My father knows how much the company means to me.

"What's happening? Why you two are arguing and yelling at each other?" mumma asked rushing to where we stood.

″It depends on your grades and behaviour," dad replied looking straight into my eyes.

"And young man don’t you ever think of raising your voice in front of me or in this home," he said.

I was frustrated, I took my bike keys and stormed out of my house kicking the engine and going to my secret destination. I looked at the city lights from above, pulling my legs closer I signed heavily.

There are many times where I felt so lonely that I just need someone to rant. I stayed my whole night there, my phone was off. The bag which I brought with me laying beside me. I used it as my pillow when I finally to rest down.

When I went to school, the boys knew that I'm in no mood to talk to them, they just gave me my personal space. Veronica came over to talk but I told her to go to her seat, I tapped my fingers on the wooden deck looking straight at the board. 

My only thoughts were to pull up my grades and show my dad that I’m strong enough to run the company. The other boys also failed in their tests, Travis went to Miya asking her to tutor him.

Luckily she accepted, as a result, he is trying to win the bet by this tutoring. I was not in the mood to sit in this class, so I got up from my seat and took my backpack. Travis and Devin who are sitting beside looked at me with a question mark face. I just nodded my head saying I'm going out.

"You going somewhere? I will come with you..." Veronica spoke standing up from her seat.

"No, I will talk to you later." She followed me outside and wrapped her arm around mine irritating me.

"Why? Talk to me now. We c-"

"Stop! Can't you get it? I told you to sit back and stop talking damn it!" Her eyes widen, she is terrified of seeing my angry face.

"Go back to the f*****g classroom." She nodded her head before going back to the classroom.

"Hell," I muttered to myself. I was walking aimlessly through the corridors suddenly I saw the library. I stood there thinking about whether to go in or not. I remembered my father’s words and decided to go inside and study for some time or at least to find someone who would help me out.

Our school library contains so many books and it has the first floor. Like duplex one. There are some students on the ground floor looking at me weirdly, probably thinking what the school’s bad boy doing here.

I needed privacy so, I went to the first floor walking slowly thinking about where to sit. I crossed the third isle but took my steps back because something or someone caught my eye. I looked at the girl who I never knew existed in this school until I saw her one month or two months back.

I made my way to her, she did even look up as she was busy writing some notes. I cleared my throat making a sound, and finally, she looked up. When she looked up to see me, it’s like she is seeing the Eiffel tower, her eyes held shock and fear.

“Ho-how ca-can I help yo-you?" she stammered pushing her glasses up on her nose. 

Hmm, I thought for a minute, why in the first place I came here, I mean to where she sat. and how can she help me? she can help me with my grades. She is a bookworm definitely is a straight-A + student.

“Tutor me." Her eyes looked like they were ready to pop out if that is possible.

“Ah? what?" she asked me.

″Look whoever you are, just tutor me to pull my grades up and I don’t like to repeat myself."

"No, I'm sorry but no. I can't tutor you." She started packing her bag hurriedly making me frown.

"Why in the hell you cant?" I ask irritatedly.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm sure there are people who would love to tutor you but not m-e."

"Listen, don't irritate me. I'm asking you to tutor me not to f**k me," I say holding her wrist stopping her from going away. Her eyes widen comically staring at me with wide eyes.

"You know who I'm right?" She nodded her head.

"Be quiet and tutor me or else you know what I would do..." I whispered giving her my cold look which surely scares anyone.

“O-o-kay," she said. I sat in front of her just like her, cross-legged. She stared my face for five minutes, looking like she can’t believe.

″Staring is rude,″ I said to her, making her quickly look down on her lap. She pulled her books out of her bag while I watched her.

“So, what’s your name? I asked her.

″ Zara,″ she replied. Zara, I tried her name on my tongue, she really has a pretty name.

''Look I have some rules which you need to follow no matter what."

''Okay," she replied.

"1. you will be tutoring me in every subject and make me understand.

2. you will be meeting me daily and we will be having two hours of study hour.

3. you will not open your mouth in front of anyone.

And last one this is important, you will not say to anyone inside the school or outside the school about our tutoring class, you will act like a stranger whenever we meet in the corridors or class. My friends or your friends won’t be knowing anything about this. Am I clear?" I asked her. She nodded her head.

“Say yes with your mouth," I said. I know I sounded so rude to her, but I don’t want anyone to know about her study sections.

“Okay, I won’t say to anyone and I won’t open my mouth," she replied. 

"Good."

"Okay? Shall we start now?" I asked her.

"Yeah."

"Which subject do you want to start with?" she asked.

"What subject are you doing?" I asked her.

"Right now, I'm studying economics," she replied.

"Good, because I need your help more in economics and commerce," I said to her.

She nodded her head before saying, "do you know the basic things?" she asked.

“Basic things? I asked her.

"Like origin, meaning, the definition of economics, the first chapter of economics?" she asked.

″Hmm, nope. I went for the questionnaire answers from the guide."

“Okay, no problem. First, we will go step by step because if you know basic you will get the theory and summary easily, you can score twenty marks from the first chapter," she said. I nodded my head, she looked normal and friendly.

I mean, so far those I have met never behaved like a normal person, they always showed lust and gave seduced looks or try to impress me.

"You keep separate notes for economics so that it will be easy for you to read or understand things clearly," she said. 

″Hmm okay," I said opening a fresh book. Thank God I brought my books today. I opened the first fresh page and wrote down the first chapter name macro and microeconomics. It was awkward for some time, I can feel her nervousness. Her hand was shaking, she didn't look at me and kept her gaze on the textbook.

She explained to me, origin, meaning, and definition of macro and microeconomics, in simple words. If you ask me how she explained, I was quite surprised because she explained so calmly and I understood everything she said so easily.

I observed her body language when she explains a thing to me, she uses both hands and her expressions changes. I chuckled inside because she is explaining as if I'm an elementary kid.

"Pass me your book," I said pointing my finger at her notes. She handed me, I went through the points she wrote down neatly.

"Give me your book today, I will write it down in my notes and give it back to you tomorrow."

"Okay."

I wrote down whatever she said in my notes. And used the highlighter of hers to underline the important words and lines in the textbook. I don’t even know how much time passed until I got a call from Travis.

I said Zara not to make a sound she nodded her head, I accepted the call.

″Dude where the hell are you? some chick said you are in the library,″ Travis said making me stand up in hurry.

''Yeah, yeah man I'm in the library, where are you? I asked him. Putting all my things in my bag pack.

″We are in the library bro? But we can’t see you where are you?" Travis asked.

"We? Who is there with you?" I asked him taking Zara's hand and writing my personal number on her palm.

"Me and boys duh," he said probably rolling his eyes.

"Why all of you are here?" I asked him, making an action saying Zara to call me, before making my way to the ground floor in the library.

″Bro, what happened to you today? You are acting differently,″ he said. I saw them standing near the library doors. I ended the call and went near them.

“So, what's the matter?" I asked when I'm near them.

“What's the matter huh? Man, classes were done half an hour ago and you were nowhere to be seen," Devin said.

"And some chick says you are in the library which is totally shocking because never in my life I have seen you going to school’s library," Travis said.

″Is everything okay bro? Ace asked. Israel and Yousuf were looking at something behind me.

''Yeah, bro everything is okay," I said to them, but they didn’t look like they are convinced.

"Isn't she Zara? You wanted to ask her for notes," Israel told looking at Yousuf.

"yeah, should I go and ask?" before I could say something Ace opened his mouth.

"Lol, shut up. Ask her some other day, let's get out of here."

″Let’s go to the club tonight?" I asked them. Their expressions immediately changed.

“It's been ages that we went to the club and knocked some girls,″ Markus said making us laugh.

"Yeah, let’s go and get wasted, "I said.

We all went out into the parking lot laughing when Travis said he tried to go more close to Miya while she is explaining a sum and ended up getting a slap on the head. Now, I kind of felt relief knowing Zara will help me out in my studies without anyone knowing.

″Bro, Veronica and some of the girls are also joining us in the club,″ Ace said.

We all have our fake identity cards where our age is above 20 years. So, we don’t have any complications and we exactly look like above 21. Thanks to football, by which we developed some muscle.

I brought my black range rover sports car. I pulled out my key from my jean pocket, unlocked my car and drove to my home.