"No matter how many times you yell at me, I will not understand active transport." Damian rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair and crossing his arms. His father hired you, not him. He didn't need or want you. He didn't need Cellular Biology. He was in pre-law. Not pre-med.

"I don't care why the cell needs aquaporons or how things get though the cell membrane." He glared at the papers on the table in distaste. The two of you were studying in the manor, at the kitchen table. You'd done this for the past three months, ever since Damian's grades started tanking.

He really hadn't meant to find you attractive, either. Too late to go back on it now.

"How do you even understand this? It's ridiculously complicated. Why are there four names for everything?" He glanced at you, noticing that you were just giving him an unimpressed blank look.

"You can stop staring. I will not learn through sheer force of will." He grumbled, moving to stack his papers up. "This is useless. I did not learn it in class, therefore trying to learn it outside of class will not work either."

You snatched the papers back from him before he could stuff them into his binder. "{{user}}! Give those back!" He reached for them, but you turned away, looking for a certain sheet. "I'm serious, I'm done with studying."