TLS #1: Taming The Bad Boy

TLS #1: Taming The Bad Boy

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TLS #1 Ethan Vecton Handsome, smart as hell, manly body and a playboy. He only look at beautiful and hot girls. He hates and always get cold to nerdy, stupid and ugly girl. Kimberly Medilton She's one of Vallon's kids but she lives in Seattle with her grandparents. Her grandparents always teach her how to live ordinary before she goes to London for university. She's plain, not smart and dresses up like she has no money. Her only beauty is her heart to be exact.

Chapter 1 1

Kimberly Medilton

If you have an option to pick 'Love someone' or 'Being love by someone'?

Well I pick 'Being love by someone' because if you pick 'Love someone' it will take you a lot of effort to get that person's attention. You will get hurt a lot along the way and there's 99% that the person that you like won't like you back for girls case not boys

Well I've been completely in love with a guy named Ethan Vecton. He's the second son of Maxwell Vecton. Ethan Vecton is a complete opposite of me. He's a smart ass , handsome , basketball player and lastly a playboy. He never stays with one girl more than a week. That's how crazy he is with girls and he only like beautiful and hot girls

I liked Ethan since my freshmen days and it was love at first sight for me. It's almost 3 years since I'm a senior now. I still have 1 year left before leaving Seattle to go to London for university.

My love for Ethan is always a one way thing, he never looked at me. All he did was humilliated me in public and called me ugly, stupid and etc. I mean I'm not smart, not beautiful and a potato

I knew that I chose to be loved by someone but no one ever loved me. People were too busy judging people by their looks not by their heart.

"Hey Ethan, you left this." I gave him his jacket and smiled sweetly. He looked at me in disgust and left without taking his jacket

"It's yours." I followed him and he glared at me.

"Get lost you beggar." He said coldly and walked away. I looked at the jacket and walked back to my locker.

People in this school always called me a beggar, ugly, caliban and stupid but I'm used to it. I know I looked like crap when I went to school because when I was a freshman, my skin broke out really badly. I had to stop wearing makeup for a moment and I kinda liked when I'm not wearing makeup. It felt so light so I continue it

I'm not beautiful, people always say that I'm pale and I have panda eyes. I looked like a Caliban from the marvel series. I'm stupid and that's so right because I don't have a good grades no matter how hard I try to study. I'm a beggar because I wore a hoodie and training pants because I've been using my shopping money to buy a lot of tools for my drawing.

People always looked at you from your outer appearance and just judged you right away.

Let's be honest here , I'm the last child of Dave Medilton. My dad is one of the richest billionaires in America. Since I'm the last child and my grandparents love me so much. They wanted to raise me so I live with them since I was 12 in Seattle while my brothers and sister were all in New York.

My grandparents always teached me to be humble, be kind and just be ordinary. They teached me to manage money and just basic things. I'm glad that I live with my grandparents because I learn a lot of things in life.

"Kim?" I turned to see Joy, my one and only best friend, looking at me weirdly.

"Huh?"

"Why are you looking at that jacket stupidly?" She asked.

"It's Ethan's" I said and she took it away from me. She walked to the trash can and I stopped her quickly.

"No" I begged and she looked at me disbelief.

"He put a lot of oil in front of your locker this morning. You slipped big time and bruised. Why do you still like this guy?" She bursted out and threw the jacket to the trash can. I gasped and wanted to grab it but Joy pulled me away to class.

My eyes met Ethan's as soon as I got into Math class. He sat at the back while I sat at the front. I had no choice, I sucked at Math. Not only Math but almost every subject except Art class.

I love to draw. Sketches to be exact and after highschool's done. I'm going to take Architect as my major in college.

"Ms. Medilton , you see me after this and you too Mr. Vecton" The whole class teased us but they got a big glare from Ethan right away. I turned to Ethan and he already gave me a middle finger. I turned back to Mr. Qonto and he started to teach

After that Math class, we waited until all of the students walked out. I walked to Mr. Qonto's desk and he gestured to Ethan to come to the front. I glanced at him for a split second when he stood beside me

"You know you're failing in Math right Kimberly?" Mr. Qonto asked and I nodded weakly

"I don't want it, sir." Ethan said immediately and I turned to him confused.

"Want what?" I asked innocently..

"You have too" Mr. Qonto turned to him and gave him a warning.

"Ethan here will tutor you for Math and Biology" What?!

"Math and Biology? Sir you're a Math tea-"

"Shut it Ethan. I got a message from Mrs. Paulo to get her a tutor and since you're one of the top 5 here in school so we trust you to tutor her." Mr. Qonto said and I liked that idea but if Ethan hates it. I will back out.

"I don't want it Mr. Qonto. She's stupid and a slow learner. Who would want to tutor her?" Ethan said in a really cold tone and looked at me in disgust.

"Sir, I'll just get a tutor from Manuel," I said and Manuel was the 1st rank in my school. He's crazily smart.

"He can't, he and Jaero are preparing for their science competition soon" Mr. Qonto said.

"He doesn't want it, sir, don't force him. We can find someone else right?" I asked nicely to Mr. Qonto.

"See sir."

"No excuse Ethan. I want you to tutor her or you will be cut from the basketball team" Mr. Qonto said seriously.

"Sir I'm the team captain. You can't cut me becau-"

"I don't care" Suddenly coach Tian walked in

"Coach!" Ethan said panickly.

"Tutor her Ethan" Coach said.

"No no , don't force him please" I begged. Mr. Qonto and the coach glared at me

"How long?" Ethan asked and my eyes widened.

"4 months." Mr. Qonto said.

"4 fucking months?" Ethan asked in horror.

"Yes 4 fucking months Ethan. I will be watching you so if you dare not to tutor her. I'll cut you right away" Coach said coldly glaring at Ethan.

"Understand? 3 times a week okay?" Mr. Qonto took his book and marker and he walked out from the class with the coach.

I'm left with Ethan and his wrath.

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