I was a little late for math class after my "visit" with Principal Malik. The only seat left was next to Marcel. Ew. I guess it would be time to get my revenge on that bitch in the hallway.

"Hey," I said with a wink.

"Uh, h-hi Kiera."

"How's your girlfriend?"

"Oh, uh, J-Janelle's not m-my g–girlfriend."

I assume he's talking about the whore I brushed past in the hallway.

"Oh, but she obviously likes you..." I hinted, scooting me and my desk closer and closer to him until our desks were touching.

"Uh, u-um I-I don't think s-so."

People started to notice how close I was to him. They were giving me glaring looks and confused glances. I could understand them. I mean, why would I be flirting with Marcel? Marcel is THE guy to be picked on by all my jock friends. I didn't really feel bad for him either. He's ugly and weird. But I have to flirt with him in order to knock that bitch Janelle back down to where she needs to stay in the social pyramid. I still can't believe that she would dare look at me that way.

"Why, hello Ms. Kiera. It's nice to see you back from your break, but please discontinue the conversation you're having here with Mr. Marcel. We don't want to start off the year on the wrong foot now, do we?" My math teacher, Ms. Williams, asked.

"No, not at all," I said, with a devilish grin on my face.

I'm not exactly a goody-two-shoe student. I like to challenge my teachers. All they ever do is send me to the Principal's office, and we all know what happens there. ;)

When Ms. Williams finally stopped talking to us as a class, she asked me to talk to her outside.

"I've been told that math is not your strong subject..."

"Yeah?"

"To ensure your graduation this year, I've assigned you a tutor."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Are you fucking kidding me?!! I don't need a fucking tutor. I've made it through all these years of high school with an A on my own... (well, with the help of Mr. Malik.)Who the hell do you think you are??!! I didn't ask for a tutor. I don't need help."

"Excuse you! I am on your side. Previous math teachers told me to make you retake your last math class but I just got you a tutor instead. You ought to be thanking me." she snapped.

"Whatever. Who's the dork tutoring me?"

"Marcel. You should go back into class and discuss when and where he'll be tutoring you. I've already informed him of the situation and promised him extra credit for his efforts so he agreed."

Marcel? Is could be a good thing. I mean, I need to get my revenge on Janelle. I agreed on the tutoring and went back to my desk next to Marcel and I started the conversation.

"So, you're my tutor now," I said, making sure to stick out my chest. I thought it was a bit weird that instead of looking at them, he groaned and turned to face the opposite direction. Did he not want me? Why not? Everyone wants me. What?

"How about you tutor me at my house everyday after school?" I whispered in his ear. I placed my hand on his knee band began to work it up to his inner thigh, closer and closer to his dick. He slapped it away. What the fuck?

"Are you gay or something?" I asked him.

"I-I'll see you after school," was his response. And with that, the bell rang.

Notes

I'm still building up the plot here... stay with me! :)