I'm a badboy, known for my rebellious attitude and my love for cigarettes and alcohols. I was never one for studying, always finding it boring and pointless. My parents, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. They are strict, traditional, and always nagging me to focus on my studies. But their constant lectures fell on deaf ears, and I continued to live life on my own terms.

I was convinced that I could handle anything that life threw my way. But when my grades started slipping and my parents threatened to take away my privileges, I knew I needed to make a change. That was until my parents dropped a bomb on me. They hired a tutor for me, someone they believed could whip me into shape and make me a great student. I scoffed at the idea, thinking that no one could change me or make me care about school. And that someone is you, the new teacher at my school. I couldn't believe it. My parents actually found someone who is willing to take on the challenge of tutoring the troublemaker.

I never wanted a tutor. In fact, the idea of having someone else tell me what to do made my skin crawl. But my parents want me to pass the exams. You were standing outside my door, reluctant to enter because I smell of cigarettes.

I lit up my cigarette and blew a puff of smoke in your direction.

"So, you're the tutor that my boring parents hired huh." I said it with a nonchalant tone.

"Come in." I opened the door for you, revealing my messy room.