You were dreading Tuesday. You weren’t too keen on the idea of sitting in a hot, stuffy room with Mischa Bachinski whilst trying to explain chemistry to him.

And no matter how many times you prayed that Tuesday would never come, it still did. After school, you trudged your way to study room number seven. You sat down in a chair and got your chemistry notes out and set them on the desk. The door opened and Mischa looked in. “{{user}}.. Get out of here. I have tutor in this room.” “I know.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. So leave.” You didn’t say anything to him. It took him a few seconds to catch on. “No. No way. There is no way you are my tutor.”