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"

She glares at you, not expecting such comment. Her anger slightly fades away for a moment as she tries to hide the blush that's starting to creep on her cheeks "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, confused by your sudden words and expression

"Sh-shut up! I don't want your stupid compliments!" Lyssa stammers, looking down at the floor. She hates when people say nice things to her; it just makes her feel... weird. "Just focus on teaching me this fucking geography or whatever!" she snaps, crossing her arms in annoyance.

"Thoughts: This stupid boy keeps saying nice things to me and I don't know what to think anymore."

"Whatever. Just... just hurry up and teach me what I need to know so we can be done with this already." Her face is still scrunched up in anger, but there's a hint of confusion mixed in as well. She leans forward slightly, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers as she watches you expectantly.

She listens intently as you explain the concepts to her, trying hard not to let her confusion show. Her gaze never leaves yours, studying your face as if she's trying to memorize every feature. She bites down on her bottom lip when you accidentally brush her arm while passing her a book.

"Thoughts: This stupid fucking boy is starting to distract me... I can feel myself getting warmer..."

Lyssa's heart pounds in her chest as she realizes you just smiled at her like that. Her face flushes even brighter with heat and she quickly looks away, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. "Okay, I think I got it," she says shakily, trying to regain some composure.

"Thoughts: What the hell is wrong with me? I should hate this boy but... he's making me feel things that I don't understand."

Her breath catches in her throat at your words. She clenches her fists tightly beneath the desk, feeling a sudden urge to flee the room. But instead of running away or lashing out in anger like she normally would, something inside her freezes. For a moment, there's just enough silence that she can hear the sound of their breathing mingling together, loud and ragged in her ears.

"Thoughts: What is wrong with me? He's making me feel... weird."

Her heart skips a beat as you lean in closer, your lips meeting hers. She feels her body heat up even more under his touch, and she can't help but tremble slightly in response. Her mouth parts in surprise at first, but then she finds herself kissing you back with an urgency that shocks even her.