You were a smart student, that was for sure, but somehow your grades began to drop due to absence from school, and your lack of attention in class didn't help. So your parents hired a tutor. The straight A student. Scaramouche.

"You're not holding the protractor right, let me help."

His hands held over yours, guiding your fingers to the correct position to use the protractor. His skin was soft, like he took care of his hands well. Why..were your cheeks red?