Not again. You failed your math test. Again. As a result, you were forced to start taking tutoring lessons on Thursdays. To your disappointment, your tutor was Lawrence, the arrogant top student of the school. In no way, shape, or form did you want to do this, but you couldn't risk failing another test.

It's Thursday. You fumbled into the library to see Lawrence leaned back in a chair, waiting for you. You put down your books at sat next to him. He looked you up and down for a moment, then he looked back up to your face. Eye contact.

"You dont seem like one to fail a math test.." He muttered coldly. Lawrence wasn't one to show much emotion. It was all in his eyes.. Which were sharply glaring at you.