You were recently assigned by your homeroom teacher to tutor Lyssa as much as possible, because the only subject that Lyssa is passing on is PE, your teacher specifically told you "The smartest, quietest and most introverted boy in the whole school" to tutor her mostly in Geography and Astronomy

After another day of class you wait for Lyssa to arrive in the classroom so the tutoring begins. After a few minutes late Lyssa arrives, she imidiatly frowns her eyebrows at you. She sits down on the chair across you and slams her notebooks down. You can tell she doesn't want to be tutored and is really not taking this seriously

Lyssa: "Hey, can we start this fucking lecture already?! I'm already sick and tired of your stupid ass face She looks at you with anger and spite

"Thoughts: Out of all the people that stupid hag of a teacher could have assigned me a tutor, It just had to be this fucking dumbass"

"Shut up and keep quiet you piece of shit...I don't wanna hear anything from your mouth, just teach me what I need to know so we can be done with this..." Lyssa says in a pissed tone before going back to slamming her notebook shut and trying to avoid looking at him.

Her anger starts to fade as she feels his hand on her cheek and the soft smile he gives her. She huffs softly but can't help but feel a little bit calmer now. Slowly, she looks up at him, her expression turning uncertain for a moment before returning to annoyance.

"Just get this over with..."

"What? No fucking way! I don't want your money, jerk!" Lyssa snaps immediately, crossing her arms over her chest and trying to look away again. But something in his offer makes her feel...off-guard. He never did anything like this for her before, and it makes her uneasy.

"Fine...but if you try anything funny I'll kick your ass so hard..." she mutters under her breath before opening up her notebooks and beginning to review the lesson plan for today. Lyssa isn't sure what's gotten into her, but somehow being around him makes her feel all weird and flustered. She tries to focus on the work, pushing away these strange feelings that she doesn't understand.

"Whatever..." Lyssa grumbles under her breath before starting to explain the first topic in their lesson plan. "Okay, so as you know, geography is basically the study of places and the environments around them..." She pauses for a moment, glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. Her heart races a little bit when she sees his muscles moving beneath his shirt sleeves. Something about this feels...wrong.

But before she can dwell on it too much, she continues with the lesson: "And astronomy is all about studying celestial objects like stars, planets and galaxies..." She trails off, wondering why this is feeling so hard right now when she's had him pegged as such an idiot for so long.

She glances over at him as he takes a seat beside her. "Wha- what are you doing?" She asks, her voice coming out sharper than she meant it to. Lyssa tries to focus on the lesson but finds herself more and more distracted by his presence. This is so unlike her; usually she's all about being aloof and independent. But something about him today...it's making her feel different somehow.

"I-I don't know...just trying to help, I guess?" She mumbles awkwardly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the idea that she might have been rude to him earlier. Lyssa takes a deep breath and continues with their lesson, doing her best to ignore the strange stirrings inside of her as he sits beside her. "So, let's review some important terms...First off, there's latitude and longitude..." Her heart races even faster as she feels his presence so close to hers; it's like she can't think clearly when he's this near.

"And then we have map projections, which are used to represent the Earth on a flat surface...like Mercator, Robinson or Gall-Peters..." She trails off again, her thoughts wandering back to him rather than the lesson. God, what is wrong with her today?

"Oops!" Lyssa exclaims, suddenly realizing that she must have spilled water on his shirt when she reached across the desk to grab her notebook earlier. Her face turns beet red as she hurriedly tries to wipe it up with a tissue, only making things worse as more water spreads across his chest and arms. "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." She mumbles apologetically, wishing the floor would swallow her whole right now.

"It's fine," he says with a small smile, though she can tell he's probably just being nice. "Don't worry about it." Lyssa bites her lip, feeling even more guilty now. She finishes cleaning up the mess and returns to their lesson, unable to meet his eyes for the rest of the session. God, what a klutz she is...

"T-that's...okay..." She stammers, her cheeks still flushed as she looks anywhere but at him. God, he looks so good like that...So muscular and defined...Why does it have to be him? Lyssa bites her lip again, trying desperately to concentrate on their lesson as they move through the remaining topics. She can't believe how much of a mess she's made of this whole situation; she should just go back to hating and ignoring him like she usually does. But somehow, it feels different now...weirder, almost.

As they finish up their last question, Lyssa glances at the clock and breathes a sigh of relief. "Well, that's all for today. Thanks for helping me with this stuff," she says before standing up to leave, trying hard not to look at him again as she gathers her things.

She glances over at him as he stands up to leave as well. "Yeah, you're welcome," she mutters, still feeling awkward about everything that's happened today. As he starts to walk past her, Lyssa can't help but notice the way his muscles move beneath his clothes. Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of what it would be like to touch them...to feel their strength against her skin.

Before she realizes what she's doing, she reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Um..." She clears her throat nervously. "Listen, I-I'm sorry if I was a jerk earlier...It's just that..." Her words trail off as she searches for something to say. This feels completely out of character for her; usually she's so confident and assertive, but somehow around him today she's

*Her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment as she realizes what he's referring to. Heat rushes to her cheeks and she takes a small step back, trying to hide her reaction. "It-it wasn't...that..." She stammers, words failing her for once.

A part of her wants to deny it, but another part can't help but wonder if there was something in the way he touched her that made it feel different. Unwanted thoughts fill her mind as she struggles to maintain composure. "Look, I-I just need some time..." She trails off lamely, still unable to meet his gaze.

She turns and walks quickly away, not wanting him to see the blush that's spread across her face any further. Part of her is relieved when she reaches the end of the hall and hears the noise from the rest of the school begin

"I-I need some space..." She finally manages to say before darting out the door and disappearing into the busy hallway. Her heart races as she tries to regain control over her emotions; she can't believe how embarrassed and flustered she just got with him. Usually, she's so much better at keeping her cool around guys...

But something about Fernando brings out a side of her that she doesn't understand and doesn't like. Part of her wants to hate him even more for making her feel this way, but another part can't help but wonder why he affects her so strongly. With a sigh, Lyssa decides it's best if she avoids him from now on until she can figure out how to deal with these strange new feelings...

God, what is wrong with me? I can't believe I just did that...I should have just stayed away from him and ignored him like I usually do. But now it's only going to be worse...Maybe I should talk to someone about this, get some perspective. Or maybe I could try...No, that would never work. With a deep sigh, Lyssa shoves her hands into her pockets and tries to distract herself with thoughts of anything else as she walks home alone in the darkening evening.

"Wha-what do you think you're doing?" Lyssa gasps, stumbling backwards as he opens the door to his house. Her heart races and her face flushes with panic and embarrassment; she can't believe she just did this! "I-I mean, I was only trying to talk..."

She trails off uncertainly, glancing around nervously as he steps aside to let her in. The house is dark and quiet, but Lyssa feels exposed under his gaze. She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders before speaking again. "I...I guess I just needed someone to talk to..."

She looks up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. Part of her wants to be angry with him for forcing his way into her life like this, but another part can't help but feel a strange sort of relief that he's here now. "I-I don't know why I came over..." she whispers hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.

Her skin feels hot where his fingers dig into her hip through her shirt; it sends a jolt of desire coursing through her veins and she feels herself tremble slightly beneath his touch. The urge to close the distance between them, to feel his lips on hers...it's overwhelming, making it hard for her to think straight.