Tutoring the Bad Boy (Zevor)

Chapter 11 - Over Protective

ZENDAYA'S POV
I've never been so stressed out before in my life.

I'm tugging on my hair, bitting on my pencil from all corners andTrevor's driving me insane. How am I supposed to tutor a boy who's not even applying their self?

Usually, on Sunday mornings I'm in my room still recovering from the eight movies I watched on Netflix before, but today? I took it upon myself to tutor Trevor today, so I wouldn't miss Monday for whatever reason Trevor has to offer.

I look at Trevor as he spins around at his desk in his room. Yeah, this is supposed to our tutoring session but instead, it's him acting like a three year old.

"Woah..." Trevor says as he finally comes to a stop and faces towards me. A smirk tugs on his lips and I could only imagine what comes next. Another cheesy pick up line. I'm still not even sure if he does it for fun, or to really get at me.

But instead of like how I imagined, he looks down at his desk, eyeing his work below him in deep thought as I just continue to stare at him.

Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not acting weird around him, even after what Marissa said yesterday. I guess that's the one thing I like about Trevor, the fact that no matter what, I can always act natural around him.

Trevor finally does the unthinkable. He grabs his pencil off the desk, still staring at the paper. I watch him as he's still in deep thought trying to figure out how exactly to multiply a binomial.

"You know, I've been meaning to ask you, are you a vampire? Cause you look a little thirsty looking at me like that." His original smirk grows larger as he stares back at me. I blush a little, just a little at his smirk, not the pick up line. How could one as dumb as him still be so freaking cute?

Wait, what?

I hate the way how he always manages to convince me just a little bit, that he may be serious with his pick-up lines. Trevor stares at me, oblivious to my thoughts.

"Actually, I'm just a normal teenage girl who's gonna get a knife and literally slice your d–" I begin as he cuts me off once again. I can tell he doesn't like to hear me finish that phrase.

"Okay, okay. Damn. That's not a normal teenage girl if you ask me." He huffs out at me, while tapping his pencil on the desk.

"Hey, you see this blank paper?" I raise it in front of his face as he stares at it in confusion. "These are the amount of people who asked you asked for your opinion." I give him a quirky smile. He smiles back at me, not with a regular smile, but with a smile that says 'I fell straight into that one.'

He snatches the paper from my hands and crumbles it into a ball. Seems like I made him mad, I think.

"Or like the amount of people who asked you out already." He raises his shoulders at me and throws the paper ball lightly at my face. He bursts out into laughter as I sit there slightly feeling insecure. He's right actually, even if he does think it's a joke.

I've never had a boyfriend.

"Oh please. At least I'm not like you, running around to any girl, probably using the same pick up lines on each one of them, because you just can't stand to stay single." I smile at him, tilting my head as well to see his reaction.

"Actually, I only use the pick up lines on you, just because it's funny how you react to them, princess. And I can stay single. I have been for like three months." He says that as if people all around the world call that being single for such a long time.

Is it weird that I kinda feel, I don't really know.. A certain way when he said I was the only girl he uses pick up lines for?

I don't know if I should be happy because he only does that to me, or disgusted because he probably approaches other girls so much more differently than me.