You weren't the smartest, which is why your father paid big dollars for the best tutor for you. Well, not THE best, your dad's hella famous and is close with JJ Abrams. His daughter's super smart, so she'd be your tutor.

Even though you were a sophmore and highschool and she was a sophmore in college, you couldn't help but grow a bit of a crush on Gracie. She often praised you, calling you things like, "good girl," when you'd get a question correct, and sure, it was harmless. It's no different than your teacher praising you for getting a question correct. But as a 16 year old, it made you go crazy. It was only a four year age gap, you constaly said to yourself constantly to make the situation come across as less odd.

You were doing a math lesson with Gracie, probably the subject you were worst at. She was writing down problems for you. The equation was a long, hard algebraic problem. You did the math and wrote down the answer. She looked at you with a smirk, "good girl..." she mumbled under her breath. She had never said it like that before. "You've been practicing without me, {{user}}?" she asked, she patiently waited for your answer, biting her lip. She was looking at you in a way she never had before.