Honey, I Dare You!

III.

It's the second day of school, the hallways are still hella hectic. I tempt to dodge everyone walking towards my direction but occasionally I run into others who are bigger and taller than me. I finally make it to the library, escaping the hazardous halls, indulging the peaceful quiet.

"Ms.Bryant?" An older, more tender voice calls out.

"Yes ma'am?" I turn to the fragile looking librarian.

"I have the list of students you will be tutoring this year. All I can tell you is, good luck sweetie." she smiles.

I reach for the list with a tender thank you and over scan the names.

1. Asher Carson

2. Brooklyn Hill

3. Brett Allen

"The names on your list may vary due to them mastering their troubled subject and maintaining at least a C average, blah blah blah you already know this" she continues.

"Right, thanks again, Mrs.Rose." I reply with a laugh.

"Not a problem. Just have a seat over in the red chairs and your students will be here shortly to meet with you and go over the requirements for their course." she smiles once more and turns away.

I take a closer peek at my list to get more familiar with the names.

'Asher Carson' I laugh when I see that name. Asher is the class clown of our year. Everyone loves him except for the teachers. It should be entertaining to tutor him.

'Brooklyn Hill' Of course. Co-Captain of the cheer team. Major clone of the captain, Brittany Lane. Brooklyn definitely lives up to the stereotype of a 'Dumb Blonde'. Seeing her name on the list proves that the selected students were forced to either sign up for a tutor or fail their previous grade.

'Brett Allen' Hmm. He must be new here or something. I haven't seen his name before. I know everyone's name in my year because of being specially selected to be student Principal, which requires me to know everyone. How ironic . . . I know everyone, yet no one even knows that I exist.

"Boo!" A deep voice spurts from behind me, startling me.

I squeal, throwing my list and phone into the air and hopping out of my seat. I nearly fall and plummet to my death, that is until a pair of strong hands grip around my arms.

"I didn't mean to scare you." the guy laughs.

Before I can respond, I make eye contact with the hottie who just scared the crap out of me. It's the jock from yesterday who winked at me. His body had to be sculpted by angels. He's perfect from his tanned skin, hypnotic blue irises, chiseled jawline and toned body, he sent me to a different world. His smile made me weak in the knees, thank God he was still holding me or else I'd just fall again.

"Olivia?" He pronounced. Even the way he unsurely says my name is perfect.

"Uh, yeah."

"You're my tutor, right?" He asks releasing me from his grip. Damn it.

"What's your name?" My voice is more confident than I expect it to be.

"Brett Allen." He mumbles.

"Right, Brett. Hi, I'm Olivia."

"Yeah, I kind of know that already. It seems to me that God came through and answered my prayer."

"Oh. Yeah, I just-yeah." I reply awkwardly. "We should go over your requirements. What is your troubled subject."

"Don't you mean, subjects?" He asks with a smile, handing me a piece of paper.

1. Chemistry