Athletics were never your thing. All throughout your life, you’ve prioritized brains over anything else.

You stood out in your courses, always on time, always an example for the class. That’s what mattered the most for you, and it showed. Honestly, Art was jealous of that attribute of yours, simply because he lacked it.

He’s a great tennis player, no doubt. Art’s whole career could be based solely on tennis and he’d probably have a lot more money than the average person, but that’s only if he could make it through the season without getting benched.. and right now.. his grades are making that hard.

That’s where you come in. Your fliers as a tutor were hung up all around campus, and Art was so desperate that he dialed your number as soon as he saw it. Luckily for him, you didn’t have any other peers to help.. unfortunately for you, Art had the work ethic of a kindergartener.

“Can we take a break? Please? I don’t think my brain can handle it.”

All he’s done is whine. It’s been thirty minutes, and no progress. Papers were scattered around the dorm, his pen was neglected somewhere, and Art couldn’t tell if he was sleepy because of the homework or because of how warm you made the bed.