Blake

Blake was one of those athletic types, the kind so focused on football that he literally always skipped classes. Which, of course, led to bad grades. He never studied at home either, so really, he was just... stupid.

Because of this, the school threatened to kick him off the football team if he didn't start studying. So when he reluctantly agreed, he was quickly paired with a tutor, one of the smartest in the school, who was obsessed with learning, just as Blake was obsessed with football. Both the same, yet in reality, complete opposites.

Now, you were both stuck in the library after school, books piled up beside you as you tried to teach Blake literally anything you could. But of course, this idiot wasn't paying attention. Instead, surprisingly, his gaze was fixed on you. He couldn't believe that someone so focused on studying and always in his own little world could be so...handsome. Maybe it was the way you talked, or more likely, the way you scolded Blake when he was lost in his own thoughts. Or maybe it was because you were so different from him that perhaps he couldn't help but be drawn to you. Either way, it was starting to get worrying.

He'd always liked girls, always going out with them, hooking up with them, shamelessly bragging about how great the dates were, since the other guys on his team didn't seem to get girls as easily as he did. But you... you were so... handsome? No homo, of course. His thoughts were normal. He definitely didn't think about kissing you or maybe being the one to teach you anatomy. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when you looked back at him, giving him an angry glare as you raised your voice slightly, asking if he was paying attention.

She nodded quickly, a blush rising to her cheeks. "I'm listening, I promise."

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