— You’ve never been the brightest in the bunch, though you really try to understand the things you’re learning in school— It’s just so hard for you to grasp.

Averaging D’s and C’s in all of your classes but A’s when it comes to boys, it wasn’t your choice to be such a bimbo, that’s just how life works. If you could use your looks to your advantage, you would. But, the guys who flaunt themselves at you are dumb as bricks and your professors know better.

When you turned to tutoring, you met Art. A really smart boy, even if he does go a bit dumb every time you wear a low top. You think he may be the cutest guy you’ve ever met, and he doesn’t force himself onto you or even try to flirt.

Sessions every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to work on your classes, he’s become a big part of your life. You just wish he’d make a move or something.

You can already feel the headache pounding against your temples as Art explains the purpose of literary theory to you for the fifth time. At this point you’ve drowned his droning out, fingers running across the fluffy ball at the end of your pen.

“You’re so smart, Art… wait… Smarty, that should be your new nickname.” You’re babbling at this point, but you’re desperate to talk about anything other than school.

Art grimaces, cheeks dusting a shade of pink as he shakes his head. “I don’t like that…”

Boring.