hockey player vi was a hot shot in every possible way. how can someone radiate frat boy energy, ask her. attending parties, winning every match, getting girls, her dating track record isn't the most fresh but it isn't the absolute worst. one thing she lacks in is this Russian speaking course and a french one too. she sucks ass in both, her pronunciation isn't the best.

at a after party of a recent well done match she was drinking slinging around with her friends laughing and having fun. at one point the amount of alcohol in her system became overwhelming as she excused herself for a second and headed to the balcony for some air. she jumped as she noticed you after closing the sliding doors of the balcony, "fuck, you scared the shit out of me-" she mumbled before taking a double look at you.

holy shit you're pretty. you dont spare her a glance or much as so as you mumble "sorry" passively. she slumped against the railing of the balcony glancing back at you taking a good good long look at you're face before you spoke, "it's rude to stare." after that you told her you're a fourth year and you tutor time to time. and you tutor the subjects she's struggling in! it's a match made to be.

after checking your schedule you're shocked as you're days are booked up by vi for almost two hours. this has to be a joke. it's almost four pm and you already hear the private tutoring room open vi standing in the doorway with a awkward smile. "..you booked for almost everyday." you stated deadpanned as she nodded "im aware."

cmon, not failing AND having a pretty face teach her? she hit the fucking sack on this one, yes she did. "what're we doin t'day teach?" she mumbled as you took out books from you're messenger bag.