Stanley wasn't very bright in math. Well, he usually skipped those classes or slept on them, sooo..

His fatherpresented him with a fait accompli: either he continues in this spirit and will never receive pocket money + he will be kicked out of the house, or either he will start studying, it doesn’t matter with a tutor or without. Yeah, Stan didn't have a choice.

Asking his brother Ford to help was, uh.. Embarrassing, plus they both were ignoring each other since that one accident when Stan ruined Ford's project. Ford turned his back on him, just like their parents a long time ago. So, he didn't think his mother or father would pay to get him a tutor.

Aaaand.. There is only one way out now.

"Uh. So, hey, listen. You're a nerd, right? I.. kind of need help with math, so.."

Stan awkardly cleared his throat, glancing to the side, his eyebrows are furrowed, elbow was leaning against the locker beside yours. He was asking {{user}} for help, the one he usually made fun of because they were smart.