#college
-my math teacher staples burger king applications to failed tests. I think he's trying to tell me something.

"I can't even begin to believe this," Kairi moaned, placing her head on the café table, crumbled papers in her hand. I wanted to laugh at her, make fun of her, but I couldn't.

Because I was in the same boat.

She and I had just gotten our math tests back from last week. To say we studied for it was a big lie, but we knew the basics and thought we'd be able to pass with an average score. Boy, were we wrong. The two of us flat out failed and Professor Ansem thought it would be a good motivator to staple Burger King applications to our tests that were also decorated with big red 'F's'. The auburn haired girl across from me was taking pictures of her said test, probably posting it on instagram.

"Namine," Kairi said as she was probably hash-tagging the picture. "I think we have a problem."

"Really? You think?" I rolled my eyes at her. She shot me a glare.

"This is our first year in college, first year, and look how things are starting out," Kairi crumpled up the remains of the test and tossed it in the garbage bin not too far from our table. Although I was pissed about our grades too, I don't know why she is so surprised. I mean—

We haven't actually been diligent students these first few weeks.

"Just take this as a learning experience, Kairi. We need to start studying," I told her bluntly. Going to parties every week isn't going to teach me how to properly do a logarithm.

I still can't do long division, so—

"It's so hard, though! And all the cute boys keep distracting me!" She whined. Again, I rolled my eyes at her. Why was she my best friend again?

"We need something to motivate us," I took a sip of my coffee, thinking about what we could do.

"Nothing can motivate me into doing school work," the auburn shot me a deadpan look.

I thought for a moment. Kairi (and myself, but let's just put all the blame on Kairi and pretend I don't have a problem right now) is really connected to technology. She's always tweeting, instagraming, facebooking, blogging—all of that. Hence the reason she can't read a book to save her life.

Well, she could, but she wouldn't like it.

"We should get tutors," I said finnaly, drinking the remains of my coffee. I knew Kairi wouldn't like the idea, but hell, we needed this.

"Only if they are hot," she replied with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Kairi, if they are hot, you might not get any work done."

"And that's a problem because…?"

I swear I almost slapped her in the face.

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I held the flyer in my hand as Kairi and I crossed campus to our next class. Part of me wanted to think it was too good to be true. I mean, it was a pretty plain flyer. Nothing too special about it, and it didn't even say who they were or if they even lived on campus.

But this was the only tutoring flyer they had seen, and Kairi made it clear that she was not asking the school for help because she was stubborn.

Stupid.

"Kairi, look at this," I said, waving the flyer around in her face. She grabbed it irritably from my hands and glanced down at it.

"There's, like, no information on this," she scoffed, handing the flyer back to me.

"Well, I was planning on calling them, you know? Asking them about their information and location and if they can teach what we need to know. They are obviously upperclassmen, considering that they have already done their 100 level classes," I let out a huff. This was the closest thing we had to getting tutoring that Kairi approved of. She had no right to be picky.

"When are you going to call them?" she asked me as we stood outside the math department building. We were currently going to the class with the professor who thought that we would never amount to anything higher than Burger King.

Which hurts my heart a little.

"Right now. This will decide if I go to class happy or sad," I pulled out my iPhone and dialed the number that was on the bottom of the flyer. I was hoping to dear god that we were the only people who bothered looking at this shitty flyer, though considering that it's free—we might not be.

"Hello?" A deep voice answered causing me to almost squeak. I wasn't expecting a man, let alone a man with such a manly voice. I was expecting a nerd or something, you know? Kairi gave me a skeptical look but I shook my head at her.

"Uh, hi. I picked up your flyer today. And I was wondering if we could meet up and discuss, you know, to see if you can help me and my friend out?" I replied with that poorly worded sentence. Kairi laughed aloud at me, but I shot her a dirty glare.

Shut the fuck up, Kairi.

"Oh, yeah. Sure, no problem. When are you free?" the attractive voice asked me. I thought for a moment.

Cause I am such a popular person that I am never free.

Lies.

"I should be free around four this afternoon, if you are," I suggested. He made some noise of approval.

"Sounds great. I'll meet you at the café on campus then?"

I was just there, like, yesterday.

"Sounds good."

And I hung up.

"So?" Kairi asked me, probably wanting to rush me since we were going to be late for class soon.

"Meeting him at the café at four to discuss shit."

Kairi didn't come with me to meet this complete stranger. I yelled at her for it too. I mean, what if he was a rapist that lured in beautiful girls with a tutoring flyer? What if I was going to die!?

I'm only 19!

"I'm too young to die," I grunted as I sipped on my coffee.

"I'm assuming you're the girl who called me, then?" My heart literally skipped a beat. Was I really going to die? I couldn't die. I had plans. A future. (Which probably involved Burger King, but that's okay). He must have noticed the look on my face because he laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, glaring at him.

"I'm kidding. I'm not going to kill you," he placed his bag on the floor next to the table and took a seat. He had already ordered his coffee. It was then that I actually took some time to look at him. He was a blond, like me, and built quite nicely. He wasn't too buff, but not plain old skinny either. Just enough.

He held out his hand and I stared at it like it was a foreign object.

And he laughed again.

Stop laughing at me.

"Name's Roxas. I'm a sophomore."

Oh, you're introducing yourself.

"Namine. I'm a freshman."

"I figured," he laughed. "So, what is it that you needed?"

I took a sip of my coffee and took on a serious expression. I felt I had to be serious; otherwise he might take this as a joke. Well, it was kind a joke at my life.

"I need tutoring in math, as does my best friend, otherwise we are both in danger of working at Burger King according to our professor." I said all in one breath.

He stared at me for a moment.

And I shrunk down.

"You have Ansem for math, don't you?" he chimed.

I slammed my hands on the table and sat up straight, attracting the attention of everyone else. I didn't care. They didn't understand my complete disbelief that this Roxas kid understood my pain.

"You know him?!"

Roxas let out a laugh. "Yeah, he gave my brother and I McDonald's applications our freshman year. I don't think he understands that no one understands his class besides geniuses."

"So, you can help us pass then, right?"

"I know all the ins and outs to his class. Don't worry, you two will pass with an A."

And we shook on it.

Because it wasn't a real deal until hands were shaken.

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tbc.

Okay, hey! I know, you're like, bitch, why the hell are you posting a new story when you haven't finished the other ones!? Well, okay, listen to me. I was actually going to update Late Night Records, BUT—I can't find the file. I wrote almost half of it and I have no idea where it is. So, until that happens…here you go! Please review! Oh, and it's short just because it's a first chapter. If I continue, the chapters should be longer.