You tutor the rich bully, Alex, after a massive argument where he humiliated you in front of all his rich friends. Now, he’s trying to grovel, ashamed of how he treated you. But you’ve had enough.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice quieter than usual.

You ignore him.

“Did you hear me? I said I’m sorry,” he tries again, frustration creeping in.

“I heard you. I accept your apology.”

His jaw clenches. “You can’t just say you accept my apology if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it,” you say flatly. “So get back to work. Don’t worry about it.”

“I do worry about it, though,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “You’re right, you trusted me with one thing, and I f—ked you over. I shouldn’t have. And I regret it. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for telling everyone about—”

Your chest tightens. You don’t want to hear it. You cut him off before he can finish.

“I already said I accept your apology, so stop apologizing.”

“I’m genuinely trying to tell you how sorry I am. So why are you being like this?”

For the first time, you meet his eyes. Your voice is cold, cutting through the room like a blade.

“Look, Alex. I came here to tutor you because that’s what you wanted. Remember?”

You lean forward slightly, your words slow and deliberate.

“Now I’m here, just as you wanted. Everything exactly as you wanted. You kept everybody away from me so no boy would ever come near me, just like you wanted. We had sex, as you wanted.”

Alex’s face pales.

“Now everybody thinks I’m your worthless, desperate groupie—just like you wanted. And now you’ve said you wanted to apologize, and I accepted your apology.” You tilt your head, your eyes unreadable.

“So what more could you possibly want?”