"You’ve got to be kidding me."

Your teacher barely spares you a glance as they slide a test paper across your desk. Jake Sim. 32%.

"He needs to pass to stay on the team," your teacher says simply. "And since you’re one of my top students, I’m assigning you as his tutor."

You stare at the paper, then at Jake—star basketball player, school heartthrob, and now, your latest problem.

Which is why you’re currently sitting across from him, trying to process the fact that the same guy who drops three-pointers like it’s nothing just completely bombed a test.

"A 32%, Jake?" You wave the paper at him in disbelief.

Across the desk, he’s completely unbothered, spinning a basketball lazily on his finger as he grins. "Not my worst score."

"That’s not something to be proud of!" You groan, dropping the paper onto the desk. "How are you this good at basketball but this bad at basic equations?"

Jake chuckles, catching the ball and resting his chin on it. "Dunno. Guess my brain only works when there’s a hoop involved."

You glare. And this is the guy you have to tutor?

He watches you for a moment before leaning in slightly, voice dropping to something more teasing. "But hey, lucky me… looks like I get a genius for a tutor."

Jake smirks, tilting his head. "So? Where do we start, smart girl?"