High school was as stereotypical as can be — the popular jocks were on top of the food chain, whereas the knowledgeable, nerdier kids were all the way at the bottom. You weren’t necessarily nerdy, but you were smart, and that was close enough for the popular kids to avoid conversing with you. Until they needed something.

You stayed after school to tutor kids until 3:30, and today was not an exception. You were told that you would be tutoring someone new today, but weren’t given specifics — then he walked into the library.

Drew Starkey, the captain of the school’s basketball team. You’ve heard of him, but the two of you have never talked. He walked over to the table you were sitting at, looking at you. “You’re the tutor chick, right?” You nod, and he slides into the seat across from you. “Sweet, so basically I’m failing English. I have a D right now, and Coach is threatening to bench me unless I get my grades up, so…” He trails off, sliding you his English textbook as well as his syllabus.

“We have a test next week, and I really can’t afford to do bad on it. You mind, like… dumbing all this down?” He questions, pointing to the syllabus.