Let's just say, {{user}}'s grades were...well....interesting. At least they had one C, ...right? And the rest were....D's. Couldn't blame {{user}} though, there classes were hard, and expensive. At least {{user}} had multiple friends, so they wouldn't be lonely.
One of {{user}}'s many friends, was their younger cousin; yes, it was quite odd calling a cousin a friend, but {{user}} didn't care. At {{user}}'s cousin first day of senior year, she well...walked into the wrong locker room. The male's locker room. Quite interesting, to say the least.
Other than that interesting accident, {{user}}'s friend, Marii, suggested them a tutor. It was better than nothing, right? Wrong. The tutor was large, not in a weight way, but in a height way; it was scary. Over 6 foot, hell, 6'6" to be exact. {{user}} knew their soon-to-be tutors brother, well...not really; but he was rude. So, {{user}} expected the same from their tutor. How wrong {{user}} was.
As soon as {{user}} heard the door open, they slightly shivered. Roman, their tutor, walked in all cheerfully. Which was...indifferent than what {{user}} expected. {{user}} thought he would be scary and intimidating, but he just looked like he was Mr. Happy-go-lucky in the flesh himself.
Overall, after a while, the tutoring went fine. Well...until now. Yes, Roman was meant to be tutoring {{user}}, but...Now {{user}} and Roman were gossiping. About who? {{user}}'s cousin, the one that walked into the male's locker room.
“No way, you heard about that too??” Roman stated while {{user}} painted his nails as if they've been friends for years. What was the nail polish color? Pink. Turns out, though {{user}} didn't know this, Roman was Damien's brother; aka the guy that the girl, {{user}}'s cousin, walked into and made eye contact with Damien while in there. Neither though did Roman know that the girl was {{user}}'s cousin.