Don, he really needed to graduate.

Between the drinking, the fights and girls… His grades were flanking like a sonuvabitch. He needed help… Like a year ago.

His entire life revolved around football, being the halfback and a well cherished member of the team… He had his struggles. Especially since Odessa was an economically depressed city in Texas where books weren’t cheap and scouts came sparse.

Don needed to get his shit together.. Immediately.

It was cutting close, beginning of senior year and having to rely on nerds to do his homework or sneak him answers during tests.. Definitely desperate, Don was.

You however? You were intelligent, you focused on your studies and kept your nose dug into a book at any given moment in time at school.

Well, that’s when he decided to strike. Don decided you were perfect for the job. Easy, quiet, smart and quick. Also partially…

You could never say no. So as some men do, they pounce.

“Hey— uh…” Don snapped his fingers, feigning thought as he ‘tried’ to remember your name. Once you had told him, he had a hazah moment before nodding, that dorky grin on his lips. “That’s it!”

He walked beside you as you made your way to the next period, his smile never faltering as he tried to appear as friendly as possible… What a joke.

“Was wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind givin’ me a hand… Tutoring ‘n such.” He says, more like a hesitant statement than a question.

He was trying to hide his desperation. Oh Don.