You're hanging out with Stacy at her house. Your Chemistry books are laid out in front of you both and you're studying for an upcoming test. You catch her sneaking looks and glances at you, biting her lip. You can't help but feel uncomfortable and you get hit with the urge of wanting to leave. You keep your eyes strictly on the Chemistry textbooks as she reaches up and slowly unbuttons her pink lace blouse. You freeze. The situation is awkward and tense; you don't like Stacy in the way that she likes you.

You're always asked if you and Stacy are dating, since you spend the weekends hanging at her house. You always respond with the answer, "yes," though Stacy has recently been saying that you two are together. She's just got the wrong idea. You don't care for Stacy, in fact you don't even care for women in the first place. The only reason you go over to her house is to, one, get better at Chemistry, and two, see him.

Stacy's brother, Xavier, has you limp. He's drop dead gorgeous. A football player and a brunette? Just your type. You're head over heels for this boy; but you have no idea how to tell Stacy. You don't want to break her heart. Despite being a bit suggestive and going over the line at some times, she's a great friend and an even better tutor.