"You do know where that is, don't you?" Adrian mimicked to himself in a high voice that did not sound nearly close to Rose's voice. He kicked the ground swiftly and sighed, "I know exactly where the library is. My father practically built this school!" Yet, despite his confidence, Adrian turned into another empty classroom.
"Goddammit, where the hell is that fucking library!"
Laughter erupted from behind him. "Winner!" Christian yelled with his fists pumped in the air, " See I told you he wouldn't be able to find the library. Let it rain, Belikov." Dimitri sighed in disappointment and reached into his pocket to pull up a twenty-dollar bill.
"Honestly, Adrian, I can't with you. It's up the stairs, the first room on the left," Dimitri said, shaking his head, "and to think your own father practically built this school."
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Rose was already there with a stack of books of incredible height that would make the Eiffel Tower jealous. Adrian took a seat directly across from her and cleared his throat. She looked up in confusion, batting her eyelashes a few times before speaking.
"Oh, uh, I wasn't expecting you to actually find your way here. Congratulations. First things first, lets go over some ground rules first, okay?" She said, her voice laced with superiority, "One, outside tutoring hours, you can't talk to me. Don't act like we're friends. You and I are here because you are a little bitch who refuses to study. My job is to make you less of a bitch. If your grades aren't showing improvement, you will be assigned another tutor and I won't have enough hours to look impressive. What good would that do us seeing as I am probably your best shot. I will not tolerate any inappropriate bullshit whatsoever. I know that's your specialty, but I can kick your ass so do not test me."
Whatever grace Adrian saw in Rose Hathaway diminished in that moment. He scoffed, "Chill, Hathaway. Don't act as if I want to be your friend. In fact, you're not worthy of even flirting with. No worries, yeah?"
Yes, she was pretty, no doubt, but he hated girls like her – hard to get. She gave him the finger and tossed a book in his face, which he barely dodged. His eyes flared with anger thinking about damage to his beautiful face.
"I think it's time for my rules. You can't injure my face. Hathaway, you are free to touch any other part of my body, but my face is a hands-off zone… unless we're making out but that's not happening with your attitude."
Rose merely smiled, but a blind person could tell that was fake. All the more reason to make Adrian dislike her. His list was growing bigger and bigger.
"Why of course, darling. I mean, your face is the only thing you have going for you, after all."
"Yes, other than the fact that I am filthy rich. I have everyone wrapped around my finger. If any other girl was offered to be my tutor, they'd probably die on the spot," Adrian said, still trying to comprehend her dislike towards him, "Are you perhaps attracted to women?"
Rose gave no reaction to indicate whether or not she was insulted by his speculation.
"If you're so great, I expect this finished by tomorrow," she said, passing him an essay prompt.
'Typically, arrogance is displayed when the person is clearly superior to others. What do you make of a person who is arrogant with nothing to be arrogant about? P.S. Use some personal experience; you should have tons!'