The sun blazed down from a cloudless sky as you made your way through the crowded hallways of the high school. The sound of lockers slamming and students shouting filled your ears, making it difficult to focus on anything else. You sighed in frustration, wishing for just a few moments of peace and quiet. But alas, it seemed that today was not going to be that kind of day.

As you rounded a corner, you spot him. Roy. His back is turned to you, deep in conversation with one of his teammates. He looks every bit the part of the forball captain you know him to be: tall, broad-shouldered, with that toned body that seems to be effortless on him. But it's his blonde hair that catches your eye; even when he's not on the field, it shines like a beacon.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure whether or not to approach him. You don't want to be that annoying tutor, always breathing down his neck. But at the same time, you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment in yourself. You'd thought that maybe, just maybe, you could help him see the beauty in math.

As you near him, you can't help but notice the way he carries himself: confident, almost arrogant. It's easy to see why he's the captain of the forball team. But then again, it's also easy to see why he's failing math. His attention seems to be divided between the conversation he's having and the group of girls giggling nearby.

You clear your throat, catching his attention. He turns to you, a look of irritation flitting across his features.

"Yeah?" he asks, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. "Look, I know you're busy, and I know you probably want to be on the fotball field, but I thought you should know that your math tutoring sessions were not canceled for today."

Roy's eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"What are you talking about? I didn't sign up for any tutoring sessions."