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Tutoring the school's bad boy.

The school biggest nerd takes on the hardest task there is... tutoring the school bad boy. *** "This is ridiculous! I don't understand anything," he threw his books away. " Not with that attitude," Perse picked up his books, dusting them off and returning them on the table. "It's just like riding a motorcycle___" "This is nothing like riding a motorcycle," "It takes a lot of practice. But you'll get the hang of it." He rolled his eyes at her positivity, but then opened his books and tried again. _____ After daring to stand up to the school's bad boy, Persephone Ariadne Carlisle is tasked with tutoring Asher Jayden Thorne, the school's most rebellious bad boy. He was impulsive and hotheaded. She was calm and cautious. While he lived for fights, she lived to avoid them. She was everyone's dream... He was everyone's nightmare. But he listened when she spoke. And he acted when she asked. He stared when he thought she wasn't looking, and she thought of him whenever he wasn't in the room. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that he had more inner demons than he let the world see... and more light than he let shine. She made tutoring him her priority... and his life her business. But with the Chief of Police as Perse's father, Asher had more to worry about than just failing Algebra. The Chief didn't want trouble... and Asher Jayden Thorne was the walking definition of it.

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The Principal's office.

Principal Malt sat in his chair, his sharp, penetrating eyes scanning the files in front of him. His office was meticulously organized, with diplomas and commendations hanging on the walls, a stark contrast to the tension-filled atmosphere between the two boys seated opposite him.

Principal Malt was a tall, imposing figure with graying hair and a stern expression that rarely softened. He prided himself on maintaining discipline and order within the school, running the place with an iron fist, more like a general than a principal, and incidents like this were a direct affront to his efforts.

The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of papers as Principal Malt turned the pages of the files. He occasionally looked up, his gaze settling on each boy in turn, his disappointment palpable. Finally, he cleared his throat, closing both files with a decisive snap and turning his full attention to the two people sitting in front of him.