Fated to Love You 15 Kid, let's compete

Meanwhile in her cozy little room, Isabella was looking at Ben's drawing book with tears in her eyes..

His drawings are like a mirror to his life..

His initial drawings are colorful and it consisted of father, mother and the little bun..

In the middle, all his drawings are limited to pencil sketches.. It only had a single boy..

A little boy staring at the pictures on the wall, eating alone, crouched on the floor , crying.. Each picture reflected his lonely and desolate heart..

Isabella closed the book and thought for a while.. She had to make him draw with colours and she had to make the little guy's life colorful..

*beep* a notification popped on her laptop screen disrupting her sincere thoughts. Isabella tilted her head lazily, but her mood brightened up on seeing that it's a request from a student!

" Grim_reaper.." Isabella raised her eyebrows on seeing the user id.

" Hello there, May I know your level of math so that I can have an understanding of you.." Isabella messaged to Grim_reaper.

In the Harris mansion, Noah's lips twitched on seeing that super long message.. He thought for a while before typing..

[ A/N: Isabella's online name: Conqueror & Noah Harris's online name: Grim_reaper. So, hope you won't get confused..]

Grim_reaper: " I am the son of old man who made a deal with you.."

Conqueror: " So, you are at high school level.. If you have any problems with your concepts just msg me.."

Grim_reaper: " I still didn't accept you as my tutor.."

Isabella was pissed off by this arrogant brat.. This fellow reminded her of the man who kissed her.. So, she snorted and typed using force..

Conqueror: " Then why the heck did you send me tutor request dude.."

Noah Harris gritted his teeth on seeing the replies sent by ' Conqueror..'. He was happily chatting with his girlfriend, but these messages totally f*cked up his mood..

" Baby, I'll call you later.. I have to deal with someone.." Noah hissed.

" Come on.. Just listen to your father and give that person a chance.. It's not a bad thing.. " his girlfriend tried to reason with him.

" Baby, enough of this dear.. Bye.." Noah looked at his tab after ending the call.. Now, he truly wanted to enrage this conqueror..

Grim_reaper: " I hate math and I am here only because my father forced me.." Noah thought that it's better to be straight-forward in these matters.

Noah stared at the screen for a while before another message popped up..

Conqueror: " Then what do you like?"

Noah looked at the screen dumbly.. He expected many questions, but he didn't think that the other person will actually ask his opinion.. So, he slowly lowered his guards..

Grim_reaper: " Graffiti.."

Isabella's interest was piqued and her brain immediately thought of a plan.. Isabella smiled slyly while typing..

Conqueror: " I am also a bit familiar with Graffiti.. Kid, let's compete.."

Noah smirked on seeing the message.. He was confident about his skills and since the competition is on Graffiti, he was a bit excited..

Grim_reaper: " Alright, don't feel bad when I defeat you.."

' Quite arrogant I see.. let's see what will remain of you after the competition..' Isabella smirked while typing..

Conqueror: " Venue: The Art Pavilion

Time: 6:00 PM"

Grim_reaper: " Sure.. I will be there.."

Conqueror: " Aren't you accepting it too early.. here's the wager.. If you win, I will not force you to learn math, but if I win you should listen to me for a month.. If you are not comfortable with my teaching, I will not force you.."

Noah looked at the message and he was immediately pleased with this conqueror. He was damn sure of his success.. So, he typed with a huge grin on his face..

Grim_reaper: " Ok.. I accept.."

Isabella can imagine the other party's smile.. So, she wanted to give the other party a small reminder..

Conqueror: " Don't underestimate the conqueror.. See you tomorrow.. All the best.. Bye"

Noah first brushed off the message initially, but he froze as the sudden realization hit him..

' Conqueror.. Conqueror!!!!' Noah Harris's eyes became wide like a gold fish as he stared at the tab..

Is it the legendary figure in graffiti.. Now, Noah Harris's hands started trembling due to excitement.. Finally, he is going to compete with his idol.. Just the thought of it made his legs go soft..

At last, he will be able to ask that person's autograph tomorrow, if everything goes well..

Chapter end