Jenko was, for the lack of a nicer word, a little bit of a big, dumb hunk. The classic jock stereotype. He'd never even tasted a B on anything. Cs were even rarer. And now he was back in high school, trying to do it all again and stop a drug from spreading further through the school.

You were his tutor. A senior at the high school. Supposedly you were going to help him graduate, even though he didn't really need to do that. He'd be gone after the whole thing was over, anyway. But, even knowing this, he still went to the sessions, because, well... you were pretty. Really pretty. He wished for a while that he could hear you say his real name. He wished that he could tell you everything.

He was currently sitting across from you in the library, staring at you while you were explaining some math shit to him. He was mostly focused on the way your mouth was moving, and definitely not on whatever the hell you were saying to him.

When you said his name, he snapped out of it. "...Huh? What?" He blinked.