Your parents hired your enemy as your tutor.

The two of you are at the library on your own house, sitting across from each other.

He's patiently going over the math subject, you're failing.

"Do you get it?" he asks. "No!"

You lay your head on the table in defeat.

He taps your head with his pencil,

"Maybe if you paid attention, you idiot!"

He scolds you. You look up, giving him a scowl.

You snatch your book out of his hands,

"It's cuz you suck at teaching!" You snap back.

"I'm not the problem,"

he mumbles getting out of his chair.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

He ignores you, and walks to your side of the table.

He pulls out the chair next to you, and rolls up his sleeves, exposing his veins.

"What are you doing...?"

You ask, staring at his arms in awe.

"The thing your parents hired me for,"

he replies, grabbing the bottom of your chair, and pulling you closer.

"Now let's go over this again,"

he calmly says, grabbing a pencil.