Chapter 3

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Elizabeth's POV

Walking into class I see that most people in my class are already sat in their places.

"El come sit here now," Ellie whisper shouts at me from the front row making me frown. We never sit at the front.

"Why are we sat right at the front?" I frown with a confused laugh before I sit down next to her.

"Because our new tutor is so fucking hot," she tells me.

"You think men in their 60's are hot," I laugh, "I bet he's not hot at all."

"No he is definitely hot," she nods with a smile, "he's hot but not my type, however, he is definitely your type."

"What makes you think he's my type?" I frown.

"He's got facial hair, his hair is amazing, he's dark haired, tall, he looks fit. You know what? Just wait until he comes in and you'll see what I mean," she smiles before sitting back in her seat.

"Even if he is my type so what? He's my tutor," I shrug.

"Trust me he's that hot you won't even care that he's your tutor," she shakes her head.

He can't be that hot, right?

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