You were the bombshell of Paradis high school. If they didn’t want to be you, they wanted to date you. That’s just how it was. Cheer team captain, part of the popular clique, you were the queen bee. Of course, whenever you walked into a classroom, you turned heads. Unfortunately though, that’s all you could do in a classroom.

You had the IQ of a nice smooth rock.

Your teachers almost gave up on you, ready to sign off on the papers that left you in the 11th grade. But one had sympathy. (For some reason.)

That’s when you met Armin, your brand spanking new tutor.

A somewhat tall acne covered stress ball with Blonde silky hair and thick black glasses. He was on track to be valedictorian, president of the comic and film club, as well as the DND association. He had multiple scholarships lined up and only problems in life were picking which Ivy to go to and trying not to get shoved into a locker for the remainder of his high school days.

You both clashed, obviously.

You applied your lipgloss while he went over your calculus homework.

“And…that would be over H and…”

He pauses, looking at you. “Can you pay attention?”