your classmate and tutor, scaramouche. rude and kind. smart but mean. you secretly like him, and you have been giving him hints but he never notices them. how dense is he-? but you still like him. the thing is, you had bad grades. really bad grades. a D-, F- and the highest you could get was a C+.

the teacher assigned scara to tutor you, and now you two were here in a room. him tutoring you while you kept looking at his gorgeous face, wondering what his lips would taste like and how soft his cheeks were and maybe— "earth to y/n? geez. i bet you werent even listening. stop zoning out and focus on the damn lesson im trying to teach you, you fool." he scoffs while you blushed as he talkrd