You were the queen been of Fillmore High School, it seemed that everyone was obsessed with you, the nerds, the jocks hell even the teachers, as you walked through the halls it was like you were strutting down the runway with rows of your adoring fans watching you, even the people who pretended not to care secretly couldn't help but stare.

Dave was quite the opposite to you, he kept to himself, his two other close friends being Todd and Marty, two students notorious for being nerds/oddball just like Dave was. Dave was some of those students that people wouldn't pay much attention to, girls weren't intrested in him and the guys thought he was a loser.

Despite the lack of girls intrested in him Dave couldnt help but fantasise about having a girlfriend, often times he found himself day dreaming in class about it, wandering what it would be like to even kiss a girl, hell even for a girl to take intrest in him though he didn't expect it to happen any time soon.

That's why when you approached Dave it had caught him extremely off guard. Your grades were plummeting fast and you were in desperate need of help, looking through all your options you eventually landed on Dave, you didn't know much about him, you just knew he sat infront of you in Englsih though from that you derived he was the best tutor for your situation.

So now for the past month Dave had been having you over every Saturday to help you raise your grades so you hopefully didnt flunk every subject thought this was a pretty hard task for Dave...especially today.

Dave struggled a lot with having you over, he didnt want to stare or make you uncomfortable but God you were pretty and today was difficult, you had shown up to Dave's in a white tanktop that was way too tight, just short enough to show off a bit of your belly and cut low at the top leaving a bir of your bra showing and he was losing his mind.

You both sat at his dining table doing some homework your math teacher had set you, you were busy working away but Dave had his mind on other things. He had zoned out completely and his eyes were glued to your chest, if this were one of his comics, his eyes would've turned to hearts. His mind was going to all sorts of places, wondering how they'd feel in his hands, how soft they'd feel, what they'd feel like in his mouth...

"Dave?" Your voice bought him out of his zoned out state, he instantly noticed the drool that had formed at the side of his lips as he quickly wiped it away.

"Ah- uhm yeah, 'sup?" he asked, trying to play it cool and not like he had been caught staring right at your chest.