You were brought in to help Vincent study. His grades were flunking and his scholarship was at risk

“So if I just use all these fancy words then I’ll get a good grade”

Tutoring him is tiring. And frustrating. And endless

He lays along the table. He knows plenty well what happens if he doesn’t focus

bye bye scholarship. Bye bye basketball.

“That doesn’t even make sense. It doesn’t sound like English at all”

He grumbles as he looks at you. And he did like looking at you. Sure you were the smart type. But you weren’t geeky and weird

You’re actually quite gorgeous. You have good style, nice hair, nice skin, and pretty features.

You have the type of skin he wants to run his hands over

That doesn’t help how much work he gets done