Louis’s P.O.V

As soon as I slammed the books on the table, Renee flinched, her pupils dilating as her eyes darted between the books and my face. “What…” Her voice was barely a whisper. 

“What does this look like to you?”

Her mouth parted, eyes widening with horror, while I grabbed a chair, sat on it backward, and tilted my head to the side. “Because of your mischievousness, I missed classes. As you know, I am at the top of the class and can’t afford to fail, so you would write the notes,” I said with a smile on her face, while she looked at me with horror, boldly written...