Flinging her school bag across the front hall entry way, Skye barreled through the door, intent on descending the stairs to her lair of a room and sleeping until morning. It was only within the first few weeks at Skye's new school, and she already felt the oncoming exhaustion.

However, her father's disapproving glare from the living room sofa stopped her dead in her lackadaisical tracks.

"Your grades were posted" is all he has to say for Skye to understand. She was failing Chemistry horribly. Phil had already warned her if she scored too low, he would require her to get a tutor. Skye would rather fail high school all together than spend any more time in that prison of a school.

"You know what this means, Skye" Mr. Phil Coulson stared down at her from over the op of his spectacles, "I've already scheduled a tutor for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. for the next month. If I don't see any improvement by then, I'll make it daily for the following month."

Skye's mood went from boring indifference to highly anxious. Now she had to spend an extra hour at school three times a week. Great.

The Junior ate an early dinner and went straight to bed. It didn't help that she was new to this school with no friends, now she was failing too.

Skye tossed in her sleep that night, this new school seemed like it would be the death of her.

Today was Wednesday, Skye's first meeting with her Chemistry tutor.

Perhaps if she were to fall tragically ill, her father would feel so empathetic he'd cancel her sessions.

Nevertheless, the shrill sound of the bell rang signaling the end of 8th period. Time to meet her tutor, thought Skye grimly.

Dragging her feet, skye round the corner into the library. The first thing she saw, was the most adorable girl she had ever seen in her life.

The girl was smaller then she, by a few inches. She wore a navy sweater with a dark colored tie and a white collard shirt. Her dark chestnut locks were restrained by a messy ponytail.

The laces of her red converse were tied tightly and symmetrical, which Skye thought was an odd thing to notice.

She must have been staring quite obviously for some time now because the gorgeous girl was now blushing and trying to avoid her gaze.

Skye shook her head clear and approached the librarian's desk where a plump woman in a pink cat sweater sat knitting.

"My name's Skye." The older woman gazed up at her from beneath her pink angled glasses, which strung around her thin neck on a colorful beaded string.

"I'm Barb." Judging by the woman's lack of response, Skye felt she might need to elaborate.

"I'm here to be tutored?" tried Skye again. The librarian identified as "Barb" vaguely gestured over to another table with as she continued working her knitting through her frail old fingers.

Skye muttered her thanks and followed Barb's vague gesture to come face to face with the beautiful girl from earlier.

Only know she was saying her goodbye's to an equally preppy dressed boy. He seemed more frantic and less at ease then his female, friend? Skye hoped so, girlfriend? Skye hoped not.

The curly haired boy exited the library quickly, quickly leaving Skye alone with the intelligent beauty.

The two faced each other awkwardly, for neither spoke.

Until they both spoke at once.

"Are you here for tutoring?"-"Are you my tutor?"

Skye blushed and looked away, while the other girl smiled warmly and gestured for Skye to sit. The table they occupied was somewhat secluded, it was near the back, surrounded by high rising shelves. Skye felt horribly alone.

"So you must be Skye Coulson? You're father and I spoke, you're in need of a Chemistry tutor?"

"Uh, yeah" Skye couldn't meet her gaze, she instead focused on a faded patch of out-dated carpet.

"I'm Jemma." Skye simply nodded slightly to signal she had heard Jemma. "Right, so, Chemistry! who's your teacher?"

"Mr. Garrett"

"Oh no wonder you're having a hard time," smiled Jemma, "Garrett is, well, he's really more of a gym teacher, who just happened to fill the requirements of a base level science teacher. He's not a very good educator, I'd say."

Skye felt a little more at ease. She had expected her tutor to resemble Barb more than anything. As she would find out, she was very lucky to be assigned Jemma.