Why You?

Chapter One: The Set-Up

**Author's note: The first paragraph lists outfits. If you prefer to make up the characters' own outfits please skip it!!

Setting is a private high school where there are uniforms (nevermore color schemes)...
Savannah mainly wears a dark purple/black plaid skirt and a white blouse with a matching color-scheme plaid tie. She'll sometimes cover up with a striped blazer or black crewneck that has the school's emblem placed over the heart. With basic white Air Force 1s.
Finley likes to wear straight leg black corduroy pants with a matching oversized dark purple sweater with the same emblem while a white button-down collar rests above the sweater's neck line and unbuttoned cuffs poke out around her wrists. With Nike vintage joker blazers.**

Savannah's POV

Its 12:26 on Friday afternoon, Savannah sits in her AP statistics class. Just a few more periods and I'm done for the day.

Mr. Oliver stands at the front of the room currently 4/5 of the way through his speech about some skewed data that Savannah couldn't care to listen too. Well she does but all that's running through her mind is tryouts.

She made varsity as a freshman so she definitely isn't worried about her standings on which team she'd make. It was more so excitement. Yes she's excited for tryouts... it's actually one of her favorite parts of the sport. She views it as a way to scope out new competition. And of course to gossip about the skill's of incoming freshman. Her and many of the other varsity girls like to place bets on who they think will be cut or (an unlikely possibility) snag a varsity spot.

Mid thought about some (just below) equal skilled seniors as herself, Mr. Oliver interrupts. "Miss Quincy?" Oh fuck me..."Can you restate the question please, Mr. Oliver?"

Mr. Oliver looks displeased to say the least. With my last two quizzes coming in at a C- it looks pretty shitty that I'm not paying attention. And well... it is shitty I'm not.

"Since class is almost over I'll save you the trouble. When the graph skews right the mean increase," Mr. Oliver continues on. A few minutes later and the bell rings. Mr. Oliver sort of shouts over the students as they pack up, "Savannah and Finley could you please stay an extra minute." Oh fuck me x2.

The class filters out and Savannah walk over to Mr. Oliver's desk to stand besides miss perfect as Savannah likes to calls her. Finley stiffens as she steps adjacent to her, Finley glances over and Savannah glares back.

Mr. Oliver stares down at his computer, as if he doesn't realize the two girls standing behind his desk. Finley breaks eye contact and speaks up, "What's up Mr. O?" God what a teacher's pet. "Finley as I know you're in honors society and have free tutoring hours-" Please, please don't say it "-I was hoping you could tutor Savannah!" Mr. Oliver gives a tight lined smile at the girls.

As Finley's mouth opens as closes a few times, Savannah speaks up, "Uhhh, you have to be kidding. Look, Mr. Oliver, I really appreciate you wanting to help but I assure you I'm studying—"

"Nice try, Miss Quincy, but with tryouts coming up next week and the test in two weeks I know math will be at the back of your mind. So, not only is, Miss Rivers, the best in this class and a great tutor, she also happens to be trying out too; hence I know she will find time to study and thus drag you into it as well. Perfect idea, am I right!?" He grins as she looks between Savannah and Finley.

Finley finally manages to produces sound, "Mr. O, while that is a great idea-" suck up "-my tutoring hours are booked up. I already have two other students this week-" Well at least she doesn't want this either. Mr. Oliver cuts in before any other excuse can be made, "Don't worry about it Finley! Being the head of honors society, I switched around tutoring sessions so you're all freed up to help out Savannah. And it's finalized so here's passes for your next classes and I'll see you both in calc later!" Mr. Oliver stands and hands the girls their late slips, he then proceeds to walk around his desk and gently herd the girls out of his room.

I can't believe this, how am I suppose to be tutored by someone I can't stand. Even just looking at her makes me mad. Speaking of which when did she start looking me in the eyes—

Finley clears her throat and starts, "We have free period third and fourth, so-" "I know" "Oh... I didn't think you noticed cause I sit in the back," How could I not notice? Every time you're near me it's like some fire alarm is going off in my head.

Savannah just stares directly into Finley's eyes, arms crossed and clearly not planning on offering a response. This leaves Finley to stutter on, "Ri-right well, um, we'll meet then, or... I mean- is that okay?" I do love making her squirm.

"Yeah, there's no other time we could... and I'm not meeting outside of school for this!" Savannah emphasizes that so Finley understands she's just doing this because Mr. Oliver is making her. With that, Savannah turns on her heels to get to her next class, dreading that after her next period, her last class of the day is AP calculus AB. It has everything to do with Savannah's disinterest in math and nothing at all to do with Finley Rivers who happens to share that class with her as well.