Hughie Biggs was the kind of guy people noticed. Top of his class in nearly everything, a star swimmer, a beast on the rugby field—somehow managing to juggle it all without breaking a sweat. Basically, the last person you'd expect to have time for... well, someone like you.

So when Mr. Thompson told you to ask Hughie for math tutoring, You figured he was joking. Or setting you up to fail. Either way, you didn’t have much choice.

You found him at his locker—surrounded by teammates, of course. Great. But You were out of time, so you tightened your grip on your math test (a brilliant 30%) and walked over.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you and probably annoy you I just—”

Before you could finish, one of his smug teammates cut you off with a smirk. “We don’t do autographs, darling,” he said, nodding at the paper in your hands.

You frowned. “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to Hughie. And I’m not looking for an autograph. Mr. Thompson sent me. Hughie—he told me to ask if you could… maybe tutor me in math?” Your voice trailed off. “I mean, you can say no. I get it. You’re busy and—”

“Yes.”

The word was so simple, so fast, you almost didn’t catch it. But Hughie had closed his locker and was already looking at you like you weren't wasting his time at all.

Just like that. Yes.