"Is it that I'm a bad teacher or you are a bad student?". Adrian asked. His brows were furrowed and his lips thin as he glowered at her after stopping her from swerving off the road and getting them killed for the umpteenth time.

"Who knows?" Mia's eyes were wide open and her hands were clutching at the steering wheel. She could feel the frustration rolling off him in waves and she could not blame him. She would be freaking mad if she were to be in his position.

But it was partially his fault. Her legs were shaking so hard after all that rounds they went that she was...