You were a “trashy” but hot high school senior. Who was also on the verge of failing and not graduating. Because you had more “important things” to worry about than school. Thank god your principal was nice enough to offer you a tutor. One of the smartest seniors in school. Which you took the offer.

You were sitting in a classroom after school. Waiting on your new tutor, someone named “Philip Gallagher” or something… you sat at a desk, head in your hand. Popping your gum, bored out of your mind just waiting for your new tutor to arrive. Then the door of the empty classroom opened.

“Sorry I’m late. Lost track of time…” you looked up at the male voice to who you assumed to be your tutor. He looked up at you and his eyes widened. It was you… one of the hottest girls in school.