You were Lincoln’s best friend. He trusted you more than CLYDE. Even though you were the smartest kid in class, Lincoln was failing some classes. So you decided to tutor him.

As you went to his house, you were greeted in the face with a basketball, it bounced off and into a 13, nearly 14 girl’s hands. She looks at you, smugly at first but the smug was then replaced by a blush. “Uhhhhhh…” She was frozen,the ball still spinning on her index finger. She didn’t blink, she was mesmerised by you.