6. Jason
6
JASON
F acing a renewed and present threat of being kicked out of college, I made a serious effort for the rest of the day. I would keep calling and texting my parents for the expected bail-out. I had yet to reach them, but I had to. And they had to come through. I refused to believe they’d cut me off now after not wanting to deal with me my whole life.
I attended all of my classes, but that was it. The key word was attended . I didn’t pay much attention to any of them, too stuck in a spiral of anger.
All I could think about was how unfair this was. How Dean Chen didn’t realize he was only poking the bear by forcing me through some bullshit recovery program.
Tutoring?
I scoffed again, zoning out at another lecture in the afternoon.
The last time that I let myself be “tutored”, it was when Dennis and Rory hired a Scandinavian hooker for me as a birthday present on my twenty-first birthday. She’d “taught” me how to master the art of using toys that the young, na?ve college girls never learned about or wanted to mess with. It seemed that anal was something of an acquired taste, and a taboo one at that.
That kind of education was fine.
But a tutor for all these classes I was behind in?
Fuck this.
I wasn’t stupid. I used to have good grades. Even though I was in my fifth year as a pre-med, I wasn’t a moron after the classes I had taken.
All that was lacking was my desire to give a shit anymore. After William left college, I let this bitter anger take over. It marked the shift from wanting to study or learn to wanting to make Dean Chen regret ruining my brother’s life.
Drinking and partying soothed my frayed nerves that my anger battered over and over again.
Fucking tutored.
I left at the class’s dismissal to meet up with my friends for a late lunch, insulted by the idea that I had to get special treatment and be tutored like I was a fucking idiot or something.
And worst of all, who would be the one to tutor me?
I ate with Kevin and Rory, who wanted an account of what happened at the dean’s meeting. Once I filled them in, they were relieved that it wasn’t as bad as they feared. We weren’t kicked out of the frat house. We could still have parties.
I just had to be tutored and “show consistent effort in good faith that I was trying to improve my academic standing.”
“A fucking tutor,” I told them again. “I’m not stupid. I don’t need a tutor.”
Kevin shrugged. “Eh. It can’t be that bad.”
“Yeah,” Rory said, grinning. “Just have her do your work for you and pay her with pity fucks.”
“That’s assuming it’s a girl.” Kevin smirked. “If it’s a dude, just find a girl for him.”
“No. Not happening.”
Kevin and Rory shared a look. “Dude, come on. You can’t fight this. You gotta do as they say so we can?—”
“No.” I shook my head, glaring absently across the food court. “I’ll go through with the tutoring, but I’m not fucking her.”
“Oh, you already know who your tutor is?” Rory asked.
“Damn. Is she hideous?” Kevin guessed.
“Who is it?” Rory laughed, like it was hilarious that I was stuck in this position.
“Second-Best Chen,” I said, scowling.
As expected, they both cracked up in disbelief.
“No fucking way, man,” Rory said. “Second-Best?”
“That Chen girl?” Kevin laughed harder. “Ah, fuck, that is harsh.”
I rolled my eyes, still trying to wrap my head around the information that Dean Chen had emailed me after the meeting. It was bad enough to be tutored at all, but by his daughter? That was some fucked-up shit.
“Second-Best Chen,” Rory repeated. “It’s such a shame, though. Her sister is so fucking fine.”
“Mai Chen.” Kevin groaned and made a gesture by thrusting his hips up. “If she were tutoring me…”
“She’s every man’s hottest naughty student dream,” Dennis added once he arrived and they filled him in on my predicament.
Mai was a legend on campus, mainly for her perfection. She was tall and gorgeous, almost too perfect, without a single flaw. Every guy on campus lusted after her, but she was remembered even more for her academic brilliance. When we were freshmen, she was in her senior year, but she was active as a mentor for programs too. Rory looked her up, lusting after her all over again as he listed her achievements in med school, a job with a medical company, and her voluntarism.
Then while they were having fun at my expense, they looked up Laura too.
Second-Best Chen.
The name suited her, not as obviously hot as Mai. While she wasn’t hideous, she looked…
I cringed. “She looks like a fucking loser,” I complained.
“She has to be if her dad’s making her tutor you. One of those nerds.”
I liked the nerds. The innocent and clueless good girls were the fun challenges I enjoyed.
But not her.
“He’s making me be tutored by his fucking daughter, of all people,” I complained. “As a punishment. He’s making this personal.”
No, he’s making this war. I’d be damned if he tried to get both of the Reeves brothers expelled.
I’d never dealt with Laura Chen personally. She was pre-med like me, but she had to be such a goody-goody student that she was a year and a half ahead of me, despite being two years younger than me.
So it was with great dread that I counted down the time to meet her in the library. I didn’t know her personally, and I didn’t want to, either.
The only way I wanted any member of the Chen family to be on my radar was as a target of misery, and while I worked out then relaxed before our first tutoring session, I knew that was how I’d have to play this.
“You can’t blow this off,” Dennis said at the house as we drank after dinner.
“I won’t,” I groused.
“Like, we’re depending on you.”
“I fucking know that,” I shot back. I didn’t need him to remind me that I had to show up to these tutoring things and “try” to pass my classes I’d lost interest in. The only thing I was interested in was paying back Dean Chen for what he did to William.
And now, I supposed I had another way to do that.
My brothers weren’t being farfetched when they suggested I fuck my tutor and have her do my work for me. But since this was Laura Chen, I had to make sure I could wring every bit of misery out of her, too.
That was how I came to the library later that evening.
Late.
Buzzed.
Empty-handed, without so much as a piece of paper or an assignment.
And ready to make her life hell.
I found her in the back corner where the study tables were situated for group sessions or tutoring services.
Even if I wasn’t too familiar with what she looked like compared to her student ID image online, I spotted her immediately.
No one else was back here in this corner area.
She was the only one waiting.
And as I stalked closer, I enjoyed how she noticed my approach.
Like a scared deer caught in the headlights, she tensed her shoulders and lifted her head. Instead of reading whatever she had on the table, she faced me.
Her eyes opened wide, clearly with nervousness and fear. Her long, straight black hair fell back from her pale face, showing her frown, but it was that green-eyed stare that I couldn’t look away from.
Good.
You should be scared.
Fear me, bitch.
Because you’re going to pay for what your father did.
She didn’t part her pink lips as I reached the table. No greeting fell from her lips. Almost rigid with anxiety, she watched me and gave me another second of pleasure knowing I was getting to her.
She had every right to feel like pathetic prey.
I grabbed the chair and scooted it back roughly, excited when she flinched at the abrupt movement and noise.
“Second-Best Chen,” I greeted sarcastically as I dropped into the chair.
She swallowed, and I allowed myself a little guilty pleasure at watching her slender throat flex. Even from across the table, I could see how smooth and soft her skin had to be. Staring at her neck, I fought back the instant fantasy that flashed in my mind’s eye.
Holding my hand there, not choking her but securing her in place as I fucked her hard.
Sliding my finger into her mouth as she gasped and moaned.
Then—
I narrowed my eyes, refusing to let my filthy visions distract me.
I was here to torment her.
Not lust after her.
“Laura,” she said meekly and quietly as she lifted her hand for a shake.
I sneered at her introductory gesture. I was in no fucking mood to be polite.
“I know who you are,” I reminded her. “Second-Best Chen.”
The tip of her tongue darted out to trace her lip as she lowered her gaze. “And you’re Jason Reeves. Here to be tutored, so?—”
“Don’t gloat,” I warned.
She blinked, raising her brows like she couldn’t follow. “I’m… I’m not. I’m just saying that you’re here to be tutored, so we should just begin.” Again, she swallowed, as if her mouth were dry.
“We should begin what?” I taunted, putting all my anger into my words. “We should begin with your acting like you know what the fuck you’re talking about?”
“I…” She closed her lips and looked down again.
“Or are you too shy to get a sentence out?”
She furrowed her brow, glancing at me. “I’m…”
“What?” I taunted, fully aware that I was projecting my anger on her at being humiliated like this. The idea of someone—especially her—tutoring me was an insult. “You’re what? Other than too fucking scared to even speak.”
“I’m…” She drew in a deep breath, and the motion made her upper body heave so much that I couldn’t help but notice her tits. Fuck, I bet she had an even bigger rack than her sister.
Noticing my stare, she tugged the hem of her collar higher. I couldn’t see anything to begin with, what with her dressed like a boring old prude, a plain T-shirt and sweater on although summer was so near.
“I’m here to tutor you until you decide not to bother,” she said quietly, yet confidently.
“Until what?” I demanded, leaning over to scowl at her.
“Until you decide not to bother.”
I watched her as she opened books, setting them out for me to see.
The nerve of this bitch. She was counting on me to quit. To fail.
“I have a list of your courses, so I got some books that should accompany the material in those classes. I’m not sure where you’d like to start, but?—”
“We can start with your losing that attitude.”
She furrowed her brow again, shaking her head. “I don’t… What attitude? I’m here to help you.”
“You’re here to dismiss me,” I argued. She was counting on me to not stick with this, and somehow, that pissed me off even more.
Not a chance, sweetheart.
I ground my teeth, looking forward to making her miserable.
You’re not getting rid of me that easily.
She could sit there all self-righteous and shy with an assumption that I’d quit or blow her off.
We’ll see about that.
Already, I was having way too much fun making her blush and stammer like the shy, terrified nerd she was.