If my friends had any idea why I was here, at the library, instead of at Paul's house, they would laugh in my face. And trust me I wanted to be there. Paul had a three bedroom condo all to himself, and currently it was filled with boos and slightly drunk chicks. Damn my counselor.

I shifted my computer in my hands and shuffled at the entryway. The women behind the front desk looked over her narrow glasses at me suspiciously. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked.

"Um, no thanks," I grumbled, walking in. I would be lying if I said that I had been here before, and maybe that had a lot to do with my low grades. My guidance counselor had just sent me an email last week, telling me that if I didn't get my grades up, they were going to put me on academic probation. Which, in case you didn't know, meant a letter to my parents.

I walked down an aisle of books. Beyond this case was an open area filled with boxy cubicles. I pulled a book away to peak through. All of the tables were empty, except one. Not surprising considering it was a Friday night. Who goes to the library on a Friday, anyway? No one!

At the table sat a woman. Thank God. At least I didn't have to spend three days a week staring into the dorky glasses of a gangly smart-ass geek. From here, I could see her dark brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, as well as the frame of her delicate shoulders, which were covered by a striped cardigan. Damn, she was pretty hot from here. But I knew better than to get my hopes up. I'd seen my good few of babes that from an angle or from the back looked hot as hell and they turned around, and... Ew.

Genius struck me. I had this all planned out. Girls were so easy to play. All I would have to do would be my sassy normal self, win her over, maybe get a fuck out of it, get her to cover my ass, fake some work, and viola, I'm back on the road to pussy-heaven every Friday through Thursday of the week.

Okay, get your game face on. I adjusted my hair, making sure it stood up a little, smelt my minty breath, and thanked my lucky stars that I had worn a t-shirt just tight enough to make me look like the sexy piece of man-meat I was. I folded my computer under my arm and strutted out to meet my tutor.

Please be hot. Please be hot. Please be hot.

She heard my footfalls, and turned in her chair to smile in greeting at me. Hot damn. Her face was definitely fuck worthy. She had smooth pale skin, a soft full smile, and wide deep dark brown chocolate brown eyes. I sat down across from her and smiled back, trying to look cheeky. I held out my hand and she blushed a little and then thrust her hand out to meet mine. Her hand was tiny, like a child's. I held it more than I probably should have, but she didn't seem to mind. Score!

"So," she said clearing her throat, "My name is Bella Swan." I flicked my eyes down to her sticky name tag, that was adhered right over her left breast. Yum. She noticed but didn't seem to realize I was checking out her fully packing rack. "Yea, I know. It looks stupid, but the office made me wear it."

I smiled widely at her embarrassed blush. "Embry Call," I replied back.

She cocked her head, and looked at me a little strangely. "Where are you from?"

Okay, weird first question. "La Push, Washington. It's a little reservation along the coast."

"Yes!" she replied a little too loud for a library. She blushed again, and I decided she did that a lot. "I'm from Forks. It's like... twenty minutes from La Push," she said smiling brightly.

"Hmm, small world," I added smiling. Considering we were both quite a distance from home in the University of Southern California, it was very strange.

Bella, the tutor, looked away from me and back to her open laptop. "Okay, so it says here that you are majoring in pharmaceuticals." She looked up at me, and I nodded. They also sent a transcript of your grades...which, well, your grades suck."

I was a little taken aback. I wasn't expecting her to be that outspoken. She seemed so shy. I looked down at my lap, and she began to back-track.

"I'm sure that things have just gotten busy. I mean, your first two years, you had great grades. All A's and B's." She looked up and her dark eyes were apologetic. Her thick lashes framed them and she blinked them at me, unconsciously. Wow, she was sexy.

"Yea, busy," I mumbled. This was going to be a little tricky. She wasn't very easily distracted. I, on the other hand, was having a terrible time paying attention. She had a pen braced between her straight teeth and would close her full lips around it only to flash her eyes up at me and catch me staring.

She handed a sheet of lined paper to me. It was a list of all of my classes and my grades from them. "You need each all of these classes up to at least a C." I nodded. "Do you speak?" she asked laughing.

Here we go, time to do your thing. "Oh course, sweet peach, I'm just having trouble thinking with you so close," I hummed, making my voice extra low. Chicks dug that. Melt them panties, bitch!

I was not prepared for the snort she replied with. I sat back, stunned. "Sweet peach? Alright, Embry, I haven't just started doing this. I've been tutoring guys like you all of last semester. If you think, that I'm going to let you hand in bullshit work, fuck with my mind, and then walk out of here, just to have your grades fall right back to where they were, you must take me for an idiot."

I sat there with my mouth wide open. How did she know that was exactly what I was planning to do?

"We will meet on Tuesdays and Fridays. You will show me your work and then you will demonstrate how to do it, so I know you didn't just copy or get someone to do it for you. If you continue to slack off, I'm not going to help you out, you are going to fail." Her jaw was set in an angry line, but her eyes were soft.

I let my head tilt up so that I was looking her in the eyes. "Sweet peach, I'm willing to do this," I started. Just Bullshit it, "But, can we not do this Friday nights?" Her eyebrows shot up, surprised and then that brilliant blush started low on her chest and up onto her neck.

"Um, alright, Friday mornings?" She asked shuffling her papers into a stack. A journal was open on the desk. I flicked my gaze onto it and noticed the hand written rows of words, before she flipped it shut.

"Yea, mornings would be a lot better during the week," I said throwing her my heart-breaking smile. This wasn't over yet.

"Sorry, most people do things Friday night, I guess," she said, a little bitterly.

She perked my interest. "How could you not?" I asked going to Facebook on my laptop while she couldn't see.

Bella looked down and started fingering through her stack looking for something. "Well, I guess you could say, I'm a lost cause."

I frowned at that, while searching her name. "What does that mean? You're at your peak of youthfulness, Sweet peach." I found her and requested an add.

She glared a little at her hands. "Yea," was all she replied. She pulled out a stapled packet of papers. "Here, these are examples from all your main classes. If you could do one from each by next Tuesday, we'll start from there."

I nodded and took the annoying looking packet. "Come on, tell Dr. Call what has you so down in the dumps," I said flexing each arms as I brought them in front of me.

She noticed and her eyes widened slightly. "Yeah, well, long story short, I'm sort of saving myself." She didn't meet my eyes the whole time and I felt my plan melting.

Shit, she already has a boy-toy. "So, what's wrong with that?" Please say he's ugly or fat, or something.

"He doesn't know I exist."

Oh.

"Oh."

"Yep. I have a feeling that doesn't happen to you very often," she said laughing.

Genius. I am a genius.

"No, I guess you're right. Listen, I'm really behind on my classes, like a lot. I have no idea what is going on in any of them, so I might need a little bit more help than what you are ready to give." She raised an eyebrow. "But, I'd be willing to make this worth while."

"And how is that Embry Call?"

Hmm, baby. Say my name, Say my name.

"I'll show you how to get your guy friend's attention," while maybe shacking up some, "if you will help me get caught up." I looked at her again, and was surprised to see she was actually considering it.

"Alright."

"Alright!"

That sexy blush was back and brighter than ever. "So let's start on you, okay?" She started writing again on another piece of paper, a list of books to get by Tuesday. "These are your class books, do you have them?" I looked down at the list and felt like a sad puppy. I shook my head no. "How you even made it this far?"

I felt my ego pain. "It was just this year. Things have been busy." Don't lie to yourself, Embry. You just would rather fuck than study, get drunk than get A's, swim laps than sit through lectures. I would rather forget than remember.

I swiped her notepad and plucked the pen from her mouth. Her lips made a cute popping noise and her blush was back crawling up her neck. "Do you do that often?" I asked starting a list of my own.

"Do what?" she said leaning over the table to see what I was doing. All it did was push her tits in my face.

"Blush."

"Oh, that. Yea, I do that... often." I cracked a smile and flipped the pad back onto the table facing her.

Things I Noticed About Chicks

tits

ass

lips

eyes

height

Her eyes bugged out. "Wow... thank you?"

I laughed at her expression. "I'm going to make it so he notices you... so here is your study list. Make sure you have these covered... or uncovered, by next Tuesday."

Her face was the color of ketchup and it was completely adorable.

"Let's meet at my place," Bella said quickly.

I smiled evilly. Clicking my laptop shut, I stood up and smiled. "Text me," I smiled pointing out the bottom of my list to her, where my seven digit were carefully lined up.

A/N: Holla? Tell me what you think?

-Hannah