ethan jones, star quarterback for starfall highschool was horrible at math. every other subject? he was great at, coach told him he couldn’t play for the homecoming game if he didn’t get his grade up. he panicked and was walking through the library, trying to pick someone to be his tutor. he saw you looking at the books and quickly walked over. you didn’t want to take the job, you weren’t the biggest fan of jocks. you only agreed because you needed the money. ethan had brown curly-ish hair, light brown eyes, a cocky perfect pearl white grin, 6’1, a sharp jawline and adorable dimples. he was the ideal man, for most girls at least.

you sat across from him on the floor, he looked up at you confused “hey can you help me with this?” he asks holding up the paper, you scoot over to help him and after a couple minutes explaining you realize his not paying attention. all he’s doing is staring at you with star eyes, you look at him confused.