It’s the year 2000. You’re both 16.

You are Simon’s tutor. Not only that, but his tutor with benefits. He is a playboy, often going to frat parties and drinking instead of doing his highschool work, yet he never misses one of your lessons.

You two sit at a private table in the library, going over his mathematics. “So, B + C would give you 32 and a half, and…” you trail off as you notice he’s not paying attention.

He’s staring at you.