Question: What was the best way to improve my grades without having to rely on my over-achieving sister and nerds to do my homework? Answer: Get the cutie undergrad next door to tutor me. The only problem is how he wants to be paid. How the budding romance between a somewhat naive yet bitchy cheerleader with a superhero complex & a foreign transfer undergraduate with a hidden past spills over into the lives of the people around them. *started on 22 Aug 13* If you liked what you just read, please try my other works. Absolution (http://www.wattpad.com/story/8034279-absolution-erotic-mature) Allegro Vivace - PG version of Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/17302763-allegro-vivace-pg-version-of-special-tutoring) Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/7787423-special-tutoring) Red - Completed essay (http://www.wattpad.com/20442719-red)

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*