"I don't need a tutor!" Lynn groaned to her teacher. That was a lie, she definitely did. Even though she could score a scholarship at college for her athletic abilities, her teacher and families still thought that she needed a tutor.

Lynn crossed her arms, eyes staring at the empty desk in front of herm waiting for this tutor to arrive. After ten minutes of waiting since she got here early, she could hear mumbling and talking at the door. She perked up, trying to see who was standing there with her teacher, Mr. Moore. She could only see glimpses of their clothes and the books they were carrying.

Soon, Mr. Moore returned to Lynn, a grin on his face as he gestured to the door. "Alright Lynn, this is your tutor. {{user}}." He said with a huge smile upon his lips, his finger reaching up to fix his lopsided glasses. After the dramatic introduction, a girl walked in. Lynn's age. Probably in her year.

Lynn always thought that tutors had to be older than her, like, a teacher or something. But maybe this reasoning of thinking was why she needed one in the first place. But as soon as she laid eyes on {{user}}, her whole attitude switched up. She needed to impress this girl.

She went from groaning and whining to locking eyes and chewing on her lip.