You groan as you get your Chemistry test back with a big, fat "59%, F" written in the top right hand corner. You blush with embarrassment and disappointment, before quickly crumbling up the paper and throwing it to the very bottom of your backpack. You'll have to throw it out later.

"Psst, Abbey," you look over to see Michael Clifford, your best friend, trying to get your attention. You roll your eyes. "What'd you get?"

"I'd rather not say," you sigh. "What about you?"

"An A-," he grins, holding up his paper that has a proud 92% written in the top right hand corner. "Is yours really that bad?"

"Yes, it's that bad," you sigh.

"I can tutor you." Michael's offer surprises you and you snap your head up to look at him.

"Seriously?" you eagerly ask. He nods.

"On one condition," he holds up a finger. You frown.

"What is it?" you ask.

"Go out on a date with me," he smirks.

You gape at him. You'd had no idea that Michael even liked you as anything more than a friend. For a moment you don't know what to say, but after awhile, you finally smirk back at him.

"Fine. It's a date. But you better hope I get a perfect on the next test," you tease. Michael grins.

"It's a deal."