ZAIJIAN HEWSON
“Don’t they have other tutors available?”
The small conference room in the library was looming with palpable tension as Acir, her frustration profoundly bubbling beneath the surface, asked while she was ogling at me with distaste. It was clear to me that she doesn’t like the fact that I’m also her tutor for the repeat class she’s taking.
Maybe if she didn’t fail the class, she shouldn’t have been in this situation, right?
“I’m afraid they don’t have any,” My lips involuntarily curved into a grin. Finding amusement in her situation, there was a subtle thrill coursing through me at the fact that I can ruffle her composed exterior.
“Shouldn’t a student be the one teaching me and not a professor? I thought this was a tutor program?” She crossed her arms under her chest. Th
