Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Renee’s POV

Midterm was over and the results were fucking out. Guess who had fucking Fs in two classes?

I kept looking around the small office and chewing my bubblegum like Mr. Charles didn’t exist. He was our Guidance Counselor and we were meeting for the first time.

When I blew the bubble in my gum, he looked up at me, tearing his eyes from the result sheet he was studying. His orbs were beautifully velvety and deep but they didn’t make my skin tingle or cause a throb down there like Shane’s eyes do.

Fuck, what am I even thinking?

I’m here in this tiny shit hole because my result got fucked up and I was asked to visit the councelor, yet, I’m still having silly thoughts in my mind. As the Principal said, Carnation High does not encourage students failing their classes but since I’m new here, they had to find a possible way to help me improve in the subjects I failed.

I shrugged and leaned back on my seat, not minding the way he watched me. He was cute and I could’ve considered fucking him but no. He looked the type that would tell me to call him daddy while I did all the work. Don’t get me wrong, I liked doing all the work but calling him fucking daddy while I fucked him nuts was a no for me.

“Your results are… Um,” He paused and looked down at the result sheet. “Incredible but… I’m finding it hard to place how you failed in the last two subjects”

“I know right?” Flipping my hair to the back, I leaned closer. “I most certainly understand your situation because I’m finding it hard to understand either”

I had excellent grades in all the subjects except the two. “But at the same time, It was reported that you don’t attend the classes and you don’t do the assignments.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “They’re suckers”

“Why do you say so?”

“Because they’re all stupid and boring, I hate them” I replied and leaned back on my seat. “Besides, I didn’t fail in any of the classes. Those pathetic losers decided to make me fail”

“They’re your teachers, Renee” He corrected but to hell with it. I didn’t care and I wasn’t planning to. I had fucking Fs. Christ, I still couldn’t believe that the History and French teacher decided to give me that.

“And I’m their fucking student. It’s their job to let me pass, isn’t it? Damn, I should’ve known they hated me from the beginning and I swear if Mr. Fernandez fucking smiles at me one more time, I’ll break his fucking teeth”

“Renee, he’s your teacher!”

I rolled my eyes and blew my bubble gum. Don’t care.

After staring at me for a few seconds, he sighed and continued. “I think you need to start attending classes, it would do you more good. You should always watch out for assignments too”

I’d rather drink poison than do any of that. Jeez, I hated History and French. But they should’ve given me the credit for gracing their class with my presence sometimes.

“Renee, you need to do this”

“I did”

“Try again”

“I tried”

He sighed and leaned back in his seat. He looked exhausted. Besides, many students were still waiting to have a session with him and we weren’t halfway through.

“Look, it’s alright. I don’t need them anyway so stop stressing” I stood up.

“I’m trying to help Miss. Morgen”

“Then quit trying to help.” I replied with an innocent smile. Jeez, I meant well for him. I don’t know why he’s still stressing out. “I’ll take my leave now and I can assure you that you’ll never see me in your office again”

“That can only be possible if you listen and do as I say. Besides, they’re few other options too”

“Thank you but I don’t care”

“If you don’t improve in those classes, I’m afraid you’ll find it hard to get into a better college” I paused and thought about it for a while.

College.

The word sounded so foreign to me and it’s because I’ve never really given much thought about it. Mr. Charles heaved and his face brightened. I guess he must be relieved that he finally got to me.

“Well…” I paused and watched the concerned look on his face. “Well… Who cares about College anyway?”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

His expression dropped and his face went blank. Crap, why does It feel like I just hurt his feelings?

“Everyone cares about College”

“Wow, what can I say? It’s nice to meet you”

He sighed and rubbed his temple, probably thinking of more options and ideas. When he got none, he took a deep breath and looked up at me. I was already standing in the middle of the room, ready to leave.

“I guess, that’s all Mr. Charles, thanks for having me”

“You’re the most difficult student I’ve ever had, Renee” He confessed with a tight smile on his face. “But I have a question. What changed?”

Huh? What changed?

“You were one of the best students in your former school. You had good grades and kept topping the class but that seems different over here. What changed?”

I guess he’s not going to give up and it’s starting to get on my nerves. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy to pull away.

“Nothing, I hate the classes and it’s not my fault that they made me fail”

He sighed. “There’s one more way to help you out with that…”

“Not interested” I replied curtly and turned to leave.

“I wanted to suggest you find a tutor, Renee” For fuck’s sake. “Or I can help you find one. We have many brilliant students who can help in tutorial classes”

I turned sharply and glared at him. “For the motherfucking last time, I’m not interested. I don’t need help”

Without waiting for his response, I headed towards the door. Why is it so hard for him to understand that I’m never gonna pass those classes? I’m already convinced that Mr. Fernandez and Miss. Yulena already hates me so much, that’s why they made me fail their subjects.

“Shane Dalton is our best student” He continued, causing me to halt in front of the door. I had already turned the doorknob when I heard him again.

“He has an excellent result as always and it’s a good thing you’re in his class. He’s a good boy and I’m sure he’ll be delighted to help but since you’re not interested…”

I immediately left the door and rushed back to him. He looked startled at the same time. Well, what did he expect? He just mentioned Shane fucking Dalton.

“What did you just say?”

“Miss. Morgen I… I was saying since you’re not interested…”

“Not that. The one you said before. About the good boy”

He cleared his throat and looked at me, still surprised. “Yes, Shane Dalton. I was saying he’s our best student… And he could be your tutor. He’ll teach you the things you don’t understand and help improve your grades”

Oh, wow!

“When do we start?” I asked, my face beaming with smiles.

“Wait, hold on a minute.” He looked confused. “You accept that? I mean, you accept to get a tutor”

“Hell to the yes, Mr. Charles. Now, stop asking fucking questions and tell me when we’re commencing”

He looked at me unbelievably and I gave him my most charming smile. Shane Dalton will be my fucking tutor, can you believe that? That meant so much and I was already drawing up ideas in my head. Fuck, this would be perfect.

“Before anything else, I need to know why you suddenly changed your mind.”

Yeah, now he’s playing hard to get.

“Because you’re right. I need to pass those classes to improve my grades. Besides, it’s not every day one gets to be tutored by the school’s most intelligent pupil. It’s a fucking honor and I can’t let it waste”

The look on his face proved he wasn’t convinced about my speech but he nodded anyway. I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.

“I’ll talk to him on your behalf…”

“You don’t have to, I will” I turned to walk away.

“He’s not involved in the voluntary tutoring program” He answered and I scoffed. Then why was he mentioned? “I only listed him because he’s the brightest student in your class and you’re new. I think he’s the only one that can be of great help. That’s why I have to talk to him first.”

Okay, that’s quite impressive.

“Secondly…” Secondly, what? “He has never tutored anyone”

“Then, I’ll be the first”

Outside the Guidance Counselor’s office, I kept grinning from ear to ear. I’ve never been more excited to learn in my whole life. And to hell with Mr. Charles, I’m going to meet Shane myself.

Shane, here I come!