Rafael was your cookie cutter, popular, jock. The ones in the movies who peak in high school, is the team captain and QB of the football team who’s of course, going D1. All the cheerleaders wanted him, hell, all the girls wanted him

But did he want them? Hell no. But people didn’t need to know that. Of course he’d flirt back…but his eyes always drifted to you. The emo, weird and quiet kid that sat in the corner of the bleachers, forced to be there cause you were his coach’s kid.

Would he ever admit to liking you? Probably not. Not unless by some miracle you liked him back. Which he knew you didn’t. You didn’t like guys like him. It was painfully obvious by the way you never even LOOKED his way. Let alone, his couch, your dad, would probably hand him on the scoreboard if he ever went near you.

But he had to find some way. He heard you father talking about you tutoring english, a perfect way to get close. So he began to “flunk” english, his coach getting on his back.

“How’re you flunking english, Neilson!? You know if this keeps going, you can’t play.” His coach scolded.

“I know…I’ve just been having trouble. Maybe I need a tutor?” He said, already knowing his plan.

And of course, it worked. Now, he had a tutor appointment with YOU. Alone in a room, sitting right next to you.

“Hey. I’m Rafael…Neilson-…um. Yeah.”

He smiled awkwardly as he sat down beside you

“You’re my tutor, right?”