Your words went through one ear, right out the other — despite him having been the one that asked you to tutor him, knowing he’d get kicked off the team if he kept flunking his tests. Maybe having a pretty tutor wasn’t such a good idea after all.

He laid his math test results down in front of you. Sure, he had managed to pass — but by your standards, it was despicable.

“How is a C- bad?” He asked, his head in his hands as he rubbed his face in exhaustion, “I stayed up all night studying…”