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[Chris White]

Essay suck hard, especially for someone who like Chris who has dyslexia. Reading was quite difficult for him, which made it hard to write essays where he has to read to find evidence to support an argument. To make matters worse, Chris was apart of a family of excellent writers. His father was an English teacher and his siblings were great at the subject. Chris on the other hand, was horrible at it. It was one of his worst subjects (and his other subjects didn't look very great either). Luckily, there was something that Chris excelled at - sports. Unfortunately, his athletic ability wasn't going to help him get his essay written.

But then, something dawned on Chris. He knew that he couldn't write the essay on his own. He needed help. He thought of paying off a nerd in class to do it for him, but if his dad found out, he would ground him (which is quite a scary thought considering the fact that the man has super strength). What he needed was a tutor, someone to help him along step by step, and if he was lucky, someone who would be willing to basically write it for him.

Chris never used a tutor before, even if there were several times in his life where he needed one. He never cared enough about his grades to bother, but now that he was on the verge of failing his English class (which he needed to pass or he would face the consequences of his father's wrath) he was willing to take advantage of the services a tutor could offer. The essay he was required to write was worth 10% of his grade, and if he did good on it, it would be the grade booster he needed to pull off an "barely acceptable" C in the class.

To the library he went and he sat in a chair at an empty table in the back of it, obscured by various bookshelves. It was where he was told he needed to be to meet his tutor. Chris arrived a couple minutes early. His coaches let him out of basketball practice early because they knew they would have to kick him off the team if his grades suffered any more than they already did. And being the great player that he is, they did not want to do that.

A few minutes later, she arrived, and Chris could not believe his eyes. He did a double take. Hot damn. "Hey there, I'm Chris White," he said with a cool-guy voice. "I must be the luckiest guy in the world. I asked for a tutor and they sent me a model." Oh yeah, Chris' motivation to write the essay just went through the roof. Motivation to do other things appeared as well.

[Angel Laveaux]

Angel loved to tutor students, especially the Hammel ones, because she felt at peace helping people get good grades, and she genuinely missed Hammel when she was at the college. She missed the antics she’d get into with her brother Aiden, and she visited her family from time to time, but nothing compared to the feeling that she had when she was helping a student.

Right now, however, she was relaxing in her apartment on her day off, reading a book when her cell rang from the side table. Puzzled as to who it was, she answered it, and closed her eyes when the voice of Mary, her tutoring supervisor, came over the phone asking her to go to Hammel to tutor an English student. When the name White came up, Angel sat up, eyes wide, for she knew of Professor White and his two kids that went to Hammel.

Oh, the field day.

Angel got up after her call ended and changed into skinny jeans and a long tunic-like shirt, but for shoes…she was in a mood, and so she strapped on a pair of heels and pulled on her jacket before leaving her apartment. Driving in the Jeep she had gotten as a present, she made it to the school in record time with her materials in tow, and with a small smile, she walked onto campus and into the library.

She took the time to look at the books that lined the walls before hearing a smooth voice calling her out, and she turned her attention to her mentee. Cute was not the word she would use on him, looking at her; more like drop dead handsome fit his alley, but then again, he was 2 years younger than her, and he probably thought he stood a chance.

“I’m far from a model, Mr. White,” she replied smoothly, her voice echoing the Deep South with her New Orleans accent. “Though I appreciate the compliment.” Feeling the praise as she walked over, noting a subtle swish in her hips that wasn’t there before, she came and sat next to him at the table, her blue eyes peering at him. “I’m Angel Laveaux, your tutor. You’re having trouble with English?”

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[Chris White]

Chris had a blonde bombshell for a tutor - a hottie in human form. This was something he was not excepted. In fact, he was expecting some kind of overweight, pimped nerd guy to tutor him, which is why he didn't bother doing anything with his hair or dressing nicely. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a ragged white t-shirt, and his New York Yankees baseball hat (which was his favorite hat that he wore almost all the time). For their next meeting, he would definitely dress himself with a bit more swag.

Far from a model? Hah! His new tutor was only adding more fuel to the fire. "You're right, my mistake," he said with an apologetic voice, "you're not a model. You're a supermodel." Chris winked at her and leaned back in his chair to try to look cool. "Angel, that's a very appropriate name for you. Your parents hit that nail on the head for sure."

Chris sighed as he knew he actually needed to get some work done. Maybe having a hot tutor wasn't a good thing after all. He would be quite distracted for sure. "I'm not too good at English," he admitted, "but I have other talents elsewhere." He couldn't pass up the opportunity for a little cocky self promotion.

He rummaged around his backpack and pulled out a simple green folder with the word "English" written on the front of it with a black marker in sloppy handwriting. "I have to write an argument essay. It has to be at least a thousand words and it has to be about a modern issue... whatever the hell that means." Angel had her work cut out for her...

[Angel Laveaux]

At the added compliments, Angel resisted rolling her eyes; oh, he was buttering her up big time, and she knew how messy butter could be. She was a baker, after all. He was laidback and chill in his clothes, and she felt overdressed, but hey, that was her. “It’s short for Angelique,” she replied, her Cajun accent adding a bit of spice to the French name.

Ignoring the hint at “other talents,” Angel pulled out a notebook and pencils as he grabbed his folder. English wasn’t really a subject to be read out of a book; it was one where a student went out in the world, studied real issues, and wrote essays about them. In this case, she was right about the essay part, and she loved argument essays. Much like a debate, she had jockeyed with her brother one too many times to know how to win.

“A modern issue is something that’s going on in the world right now,” she told him, opening her notebook. “Like, hunger in Africa or the oil issue between the United States and the Middle East. As to the argument part…is this a debate you’re having? What are you arguing about?”

Questions that she needed to know to help him, but it was mainly a defense mechanism to keep herself distanced from his good looks and cocky personality. Sure, she was a college student, but she was still very shy, especially around boys, and this one made her nervous as well as made her want to smile.

[Chris White]

Chris smirked at the girl's accent. It was an interesting one to say the least. The only other place he heard an accent like that was on television. He couldn't pinpoint where she was from though. Her name was French, but her accent definitely wasn't French. It was something else. "Where are you from?" he asked curiously. "My first guess is heaven. Am I right?"

"Starving Africans, oil crisis, who cares? I want to write about something cool like... Oh! I could write about the legalization of marijuana!" Chris wanted to pat himself on the back for coming up with that idea. It was truly epic and would definitely grab his classmates' attention. "That's a modern issue, right?" He looked at her, hoping she would say it was. "And yeah, it's kinda like a debate, I guess. I have to pick a side of the issue and support it with evidence and stuff." Another idea came to mind. "Does this mean we get into interview potheads?"

Chris was joking. He wasn't dumb enough to think they would actually need to interview some random potheads. He knew they needed scholarly articles with statistics and facts that could be used to their advantage, and that's what worried him the most. It meant he had to read... a lot... and he hated reading. "So... what do I need to do first?"

[Angel Laveaux]

“New Orleans,” she said in that Southern drawl, looking sharply at him. Now he was overdoing it by a teeny tiny bit. “It’s heaven to me, but some people wouldn’t find the heat and bugs amusing. Now focus,” she said softly, tapping his hand with hers in a playful smack. “You buttering me up is not going to work on me.” Yet she winked at him before continuing.

She stopped short of continuing, however, when he brought up the issue he wanted to write about. Now, Angel was a good person and had never done any drugs or smoking or drinking, but his topic had some merit. “Now that’s not a bad idea, Chris,” she said with a smile, his name rolling off her tongue like melted chocolate. “There’s a debate on both sides of that issue, you would just need to pick pro or con.

“As to interviewing potheads, I don’t think we’ll need to do that,” she said with another wink. “All the information is online or in a book somewhere, all we need to do is find it.” Writing down some ideas, she made a list so that they could work on the topic. “I can help you with the essay, but the paper is primarily your responsibility, Chris,” she said, meeting his eyes with hers. Soft blue with silver specks, they were like looking into water, or into the sky.

“Where do you want to start?”

[Chris White]

"The Big Easy, huh? Sounds like a blast. Do you get hammered for those big parades? I wanna go get shitfaced, get flashed, and catch a ton a beads there one day." Chris laughed a bit at his plans. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how fun it could be. He could go there with some of his teammates when he got older and maybe even his brother. They could have the most epic guys night out in history. It would be great. "The bars are good there right?"

Chris took a moment to think about what side of the marijuana legalization issue he would take. He then mentally scolded himself for thinking about it. It was obvious what side he was going to take - the best side ever! "I'm going to argue in favor of legalization, of course! That way we can smoke a blunt whenever we want. That's a REAL heaven right there."

The thought of having to read through entire books for the assignment nearly made Chris sick. That was something he definitely DIDN'T want to do... at all. His brown eyes looked back at hers. "Let's get most of our information from the Internet. Books are lame."

[Angel Laveaux]

“No, I don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs,” Angel clarified, realizing that Chris was one of those kids, the ones who looked for the thrill when it was drug or alcohol induced. Ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach, she bit her lip and swallowed. “And yes, the bars are good, or so I’ve heard from my older cousins.”

She tore her gaze away from him, wanting to feel like she should say something to make him change his mind, but being the sensible shy girl she was, she kept her mouth shut as he kept talking, wanting to do the pro side of the whole marijuana legalization. She couldn’t blame him as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her ring glinting in the light coming from the windows. All she could do was listen.

When the internet was mentioned, she looked up from under her lashes, shielding them with her bangs. Gone was the girl who thought she stood a chance; here was the shy butterfly that helped students. She felt at a complete loss around Chris and she didn’t know why; maybe it was because his personality was stronger than hers.

“All right,” she said softly, standing and walking over to one of the nearby computer desks. “You want to start looking now?”


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[Chris White]

"No smoking, drinking, OR drugs? What do you do for fun then? Read under the sheets of your bed with a flashlight before your parents catch you?" He was obviously joking. Chris figured the girl wasn't that sheltered, at least he hoped she wasn't. "You should go with your cousins next time you're down there," he suggested, "have a few drinks, dance it up, make a fool of yourself. It's fun, trust me." He did it as often as he could. It's how he blew off steam and bonded with his friends and his older brother.

Chris got up and walked over to the computer with Angel. He took a seat and logged into the system with his school user ID and password. From there, he got on the Internet and pulled up the most useful Internet website in the world, Google. "Okay, what do I search for?" he asked as he began typing in random things like "pot arguments," "legalization of marijuana," and "pot pros and cons." "Don't we need scholarly articles and stuff? Where the hell do I find those?"

[Angel Laveaux]

“I like to read books,” she replied, her cheeks tinting red now. She just wasn’t a very outgoing person. “I’m just…I am not the person to be wild at parties, or anything like that. That’s more my twin, Aiden.” Her cousins, on the other hand, loved to cause trouble for her relatives, and for the Laveaux children.

As he logged onto the computer, she thought of places that he could look up his information. “Yes, you do,” she replied with a soft smile. “Try any website ending with ‘gov’ as the end after the dot, they have the most information.” To elaborate her point, she pointed to a link that ended as such, discussing a debate over legalization of marijuana.

“Here, try this one,” she said, laying her hand over his on the mouse and moving it to click the link. Realizing what she did, she turned bright red and quickly removed her hand. “S-sorry,” she stuttered, covering her mouth with a hand. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

[Chris White]

"Reading is lame," Chris said bluntly, "well, at least I think so." His dyslexia has given him a bit of a distaste for reading books. You won't catch him doing it unless he absolutely has to. "Have you ever been to a wild party before? Maybe go with your twin. All you need is a little booze and you'll be having a blast." At least he thought so.

Chris Google searched for some good .gov websites to use, and then he felt Angel's hand guide his own on the mouse. She quickly apologized for doing it. "Uh," he said with a bit of a giggle, "no need to be sorry." He could then tell how shy she was. "Maybe you need a drink more than I thought, " he added with a smirk.

Chris looked at her for a second. "Here, hold my hand," he told her as he put his out for her. "Just do it. I'll show you there's nothing to be nervous about."

It was going to be his good deed of the year month week day. He would hopefully give a beautiful girl some confidence and then he could feel good about himself for a little while.

[Angel Laveaux]

Stiffening at his “lame” statement, she was about to retort when she looked at his face. Was there a reason why he didn’t like reading? Making a mental note to ask her supervisor for more info on the boy, she looked away from him when he kept talking. “I have, a long time ago,” she admitted. “My brother’s girlfriend at the time had invited me out, and I accepted. I had a bit of fun, but it was a bit loud.”

When she had apologized, she had missed his small chuckle, and blushed when he said that she needed more than a drink to loosen up. In all truth, she was most comfortable in a kitchen, baking sweet things and giving them away to people. In her own place, it had become her haven, her medium to opening herself up and becoming a more outgoing person. “I’m sorry…” she began, but looked up when he offered his hand.

The song” I Knew You Were Trouble” came into her head as she looked into his eyes, seeing below the jock and gazing at the young man within. Biting her lip and nodding, she took his hand and threaded her fingers with his, feeling the warmth there, giving him her trust.

“All right,” she said, as if they hadn’t had a moment, but she still held his hand loosely, so that if he wanted to let go, he could. “What site looks best for the information? Skimming helps if you’re looking at a website to better get a depth of what your subject is.”

[Chris White]

Oh well, at least she tried.

"There's no need to be sorry," Chris reiterated again before taking her hand. He felt pretty awkward, kind of like she might make a bigger deal out of it than it was. "Don't think nothing of it," he explained, "I'm just trying to show you that you don't have anything to be nervous about really."

Turning his attention back to the computer, Chris ends up finding and skimming through a site that he felt that he could use for his essay. He pulled his hand away so he could use the mouse and type more effectively. "Can you write this website down for me?"