AGAINST THE RULES

Ava's POV

There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock.

It wasn't just a personal preference. It was survival, I had to avoid them inorder to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps , a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, No way, I'll never do that that how I survived my first year in Westbridge university and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

That's why, when Logan Carter walked into my History class fifteen minutes late, I didn't even bother looking up from my laptop. I already knew who he was. everyone knew him, star quarterback, campus heartthrob, a playboy, and the guy who had probably never studied a day in his life.

Professor Ambrose mills barely looked at him as he walked to the only empty seat right next to me.

I stiffened. Just my luck, I didn't want to sit closer with him. jocks never supposed to be with nerds,not that I'm a nerd I just study too hard!.

Logan dropped into the chair, letting out a dramatic sigh like sitting in class was the hardest thing he'd done all day. His cologne is something warm and expensive filled the space between us. I ignored it. I don't want to fall into trouble. jocks were trouble!

"Hey, what'd I miss?" he asked, his voice smooth, like he knew he could charm his way through anything, he can charm other girls who are willing to open their legs for him but not me .

I kept my eyes on my screen. "Everything."

I felt him staring at me. "Cool, cool," he said. "So, what's your name?"

Seriously? It was week four of the semester.

"Ava," I answered curtly, still typing.

"Nice. I'm Logan."

I finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. I know, everybody knows you".

His lips quirked into a smirk. "Wow. Already a fan?"

I exhaled slowly. "I'm your tutor."

His smirk faltered. his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. guess he didn't expect this coming.

Professor Ambrose mills had warned me last week that I'd be assigned an athlete for tutoring something about a scholarship requirement and academic probation, since I can only depends on my scholarship and not screw this up, I had been hoping for someone who at least cared about school.

Logan leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs in front of him. "Well, that's awkward."

I shut my laptop. "Not as awkward as failing this class, if you fail, I lose my scholarship too".