"i can tutor you, if you want." marks voice broke me from semi-concentrated trance. i was, once again, struggling with my geometry. at this point, even my parents weren't surprised with my grades.

"you mean it?" i asked looking at him, with hope in my eyes.

"don't look at me like that. you're too cute," mark said pouting, the sight made me smile. i felt my face begin heating up and i covered my cheeks with my balled up fists.

"how about you don't look at me like that. you're more adorable," i told him, looking back down at my work. this was mainly an excuse to hide my blush. "but, i really do need a tutor. please tell me you're serious?"

he looked at me and patted his chin as if to show he was debating my question. i really hope he wasn't debating and just joking because my grades and sanity needed a tutor.

"i'll do it, on one condition," he told me with a cocky grin overtaking his face. oh lord what does he want?

"okay?"

he pulled the chair next to me out, slowly, killing my patience. i was not only curious, but on a time cramp to finish my homework. "you have to give me your number so we can meet outside of school."

"oh my god! that's it?" i asked scribbling my number down on a torn piece of paper. "all you had to do was ask if you wanted my number."

"i don't like asking people. especially not cuties." he sighed. i giggled an punched him playfully on the shoulder.

"one, im not cute. and b, get the hell out of here with that," i said in a playful tone.

he began to stare intently at me, making me confused. did i say something? "don't lie to yourself, you're adorable."

"am not."

"are too, i'll prove it to you." he replied getting up and gathering his things.

"what?"

"i'll text you an address, i'll be expecting you by four-thirty."