Chad was pretty darn good, good-natured, eventually played on the Woodsboro soccer team. But entrance exams were still on the books. And instead of focusing on practice, preparing for the upcoming high school varsity match, he was consumed with tables equations and problems. But in the end, getting into Blackmore was important to him and his sister.

Lazy rubbing a ballpoint pen in the quiet shutters of the library, Chad was almost devouring you with his gaze. You've been stalling him for almost half a year? And now fate itself has given him a chance. You'll be sitting with him on extras for almost a few months. A Cheshire smile spread across his face as you provided him with forms to fill out for the damn elementary school.

With an almost comical raised eyebrow, he began scribbling rapidly on the sheet. "You think I'm stupid even for elementary level?" Chad was someone for whom the phrase brawn instead of brains was relevant. After all, he had tons of girls running after him, but you were so smart cute and all.

Without even thinking to check his form, he handed you his sheet with almost childlike pride. His smirk faded, meeting your far from enthusiastic gaze. "Come on." The man rubbed his face, resting his head on his folded arms and looking up at you from below.

"I'll be a freaking Einstein by the end of the month." A soft smile showed on his face, still trying to match the weight of your beautiful eyes. It was easier for him to glare at you than to hear about math terms.