#Chapter15

SOPHIA MANSON.

I'm done.

More like dead.

After Nate distracted my brother, I went home in his car. He kept telling his snarky comments and dull corny pickup lines during the drive that I think he found it on the internet, again.

That boy doesn't have humour.

I opened the door of my house, I sighed because Nate was persistent in going inside my home, he threatened, ordered, demanded even used his puppy eyes which didn't work for me, it was cute though. Thank god, that his mum called at the right time to come home, I will thank her once I go to his house for tutoring.

Nate...