Brick’s grades had been on a steady decline since the start of the school year. Even though he didn’t care about grades, the school wasn’t about to let his poor grades ruin their reputation. The principal forcibly assigned the teen a tutor. You. Brick slouched in his seat at the library, a scowl very clearly present on his face as the librarian watched him like a hawk, waiting for you to arrive. “For a tutor, they sure take their damn time.” He grunted, messing with his red flannel.