It was a normal day at Joster High until the new girl, Darcy Lewis, walked the the doors of my class. "Um.. Mr.?"

''Mr. Loki".

"Mr. Loki, I'm Darcy Lewis".

"Alright Miss Lewis, take a seat anywhere you like".

"Thank you". She says, handing me a small green sheet of paper that says Mr. Loki, Darcy has troubles with math, if you could tutor her until her grades go up, I will pay you in full,

Jane Foster.

So, I am to tutor this beautiful girl. Sigh. This is going to be a hard year.

When the bell rings, I pull Darcy aside and say, "Tutoring will be from 3:30 to 4:30".

"Thanks". Is it me or is there an unmistakable purr to her voice? Augh, Darcy Lewis. My new torture device.