Chapter 1:

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POV: Alyssa

Weeks passed and I rejected any chance at friendship, trusting wasn't the easiest thing for me to do. My life basically consisted of school work and studying, I had top marks, and almost every teacher enjoyed having me in their class.

"Alyssa," my math teacher Mr. Rodgers murmured as the school bell rang. "May I chat with you?"

"Sure," I replied gathering my books and heading towards his desk wondering what I could of ever done to get into trouble.

"Im sure you've heard of Harry Styles, haven't you?"I nodded my head, Harry was the high school frat boy. He thinks he's better than everyone else, and all he does is hook up with girls. "Alyssa, your my top student, and Harry is currently failing math, I'm not sure what it is going to take, but please, can you tutor him?" Mr.Rodgers pleaded, his eyes looking directly in mine. There's no way I'm going to talk to Harry one on one, I can't even make friends, all I do is think too much and just embarrass myself, and if I do that Harry will obviously tell the whole school. But on the flip side, all we would be talking about was math, something I understood. There was no rule implying that I had to speak to him about normal or personal things. And plus, it

would look great on my résumé. "There's a project coming up, that's all I want you to help him with, then the rest will be up to me. Deal?"

"Sure," I replied, being as perky as I could. "I'll help him out." You could see Mr. Rodgers eyes light up when I agreed to help, and a smile began to spread across his face.

"I told him you would meet him in the library. If you are available tonight?"

"Lets get serious Mr. Rodgers, I never have plans."

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