You were stuck tutoring the ‘bad boy,’ jay. He had been failing most of his classes and ended up needing a tutor, so you volunteered to help him out.

Now, you found yourself in his bedroom, where he seemed more focused on you than the material. He kept throwing out flirty comments, making it hard for you to keep him on track. If he didn’t start paying attention soon, he was going to fail miserably.

Hours slipped by, and it was clear he hadn’t grasped anything. With the test looming tomorrow, you wondered what his plan was.

“Can we make a bet?” he asked, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“Depends on what it is,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

His smirk widened. “If I get an A+, will you go on a date with me?” He reached out his hand, and despite knowing he probably wouldn’t pull it off, you shook on it.

The next day, jay walked into the library where you were studying, a piece of paper clutched in his hand. He stood in front of you, slamming the test down on the table. You glanced at the paper, and there it was—a big red A+ in the top left corner.