A/N: I love writing this story ^-^ and what makes it even better is that I have wonderful reviews and favorites and follows. Thank you to everyone who did. I don't really have much to say here…but I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls. But if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't end it after just two seasons…

Mabel was very surprised to find out that Dipper had detention. Her brother, a quiet nerd who never got into trouble, let alone detention, got detention. But he explained that it was this other girl's fault (well, kind of) and it wouldn't happen again. Besides, it wasn't that bad. Dipper just had to sit in the detention room for an hour, and was allowed to complete his homework during that time. By the time he was finished, the school was empty except for a few teachers and the janitor, Old Man McGucket he called himself, walking around.

Now, Dipper was just going to focus on schoolwork and getting into no more trouble until the semester ended, which would be in a couple of months. He couldn't wait. Him and Mabel would go back home to their parents and their first check as directors. He didn't care that he had to leave this school—the only person he would actually miss would be Gideon. He surely would not miss Pacifica Northwest.

Someone cleared their throat behind Dipper, making him jump. He was in his locker, getting out his English book for class at school a couple of days later. He turned around, expecting it to be Gideon, but was shocked when he saw Pacifica standing there—looking nervous of all things. Usually, she would have that scowl on her face and her nose held high. But now, she wasn't standing stiffly for once and wasn't scowling.

"What are you doing here?" Dipper asked, raising a brow. "Shouldn't you be getting other people detention, too?"

Pacifica rolled her eyes and sighed. "It was your fault, too."

"Really? How so?"

"Because you poured apple juice on me first!"

"Because you threw bread at me!"

"So? It was a soft, little piece! Jeez!"

"Whatever." Dipper turned away and pulled out his English notebook. "You didn't have to get detention. You got off easy."

He turned around when she didn't say anything. Pacifica was glaring at the floor, silent.

"Well?" Dipper said, awkwardly shifting in the silence.

She shook her head, her blue eyes hardening like they usually did. "I'm sorry. Okay?"

He blinked dumbly at her. He was not expecting that.

"Look," she continued, putting her hands on her hips. "We got off on the wrong foot, but—"

"Literally." Dipper snickered at his joke, referring to when he accidentally bumped into her and dropped one of her books on her foot.

Pacifica wasn't amused. She merely raised a brow. "Are you done?"

Jeez, the girl never smiled. Dipper composed himself and ushered her on. "Yeah, yeah."

"Okay. I know we got off on the wrong foot, and I was kind of acting like a bitch toward you—"

"Kind of?"

"Would you stop interrupting me?" she shrieked, turning heads of the people around them. Her face flushed from embarrassment and she took a breath.

"Look, I have to get to class," Dipper said, shutting his locker and beginning to walk away. "I'm sorry, too…I guess. Okay? So now we can just stay out of each other's way with no hard feelings."

"Wait!" she cried, running after him. Her heels clicked and clacked as she tried to keep up with his long strides. "That wasn't all."

He sighed, but kept walking. "Fine. What?" The sooner he answered her, the sooner he could just get away from her.

"Okay, um…" she played with the hem of her purple shirt nervously. "I need…help. Please." She winced, as if those words didn't come out of her mouth very often.

"Help?" Dipper repeated dumbly.

"Yes. I…my parents are going to kill me if I get bad grades again, and they'll take away all of my privileges and ground me for eternity so I really need good grades this semester and I…"

"What are you saying?" Dipper asked after she trailed off and didn't say anything after that.

Pacifica took a deep breath and stopped walking fast to match his strides. He slowed down. "Look, I noticed you're really good in Algebra and Chemistry and always get A's in everything."

Dipper smirked. "I'm aware."

She rolled his eyes. "Anyway. You may have noticed that I…don't get such good grades—"

"Oh, I'm very much aware." He laughed.

"Stop interrupting me, and that's not funny," she snapped, glaring at him. "So I guess I'm trying to say that I need your help. If you can tutor me—just for a week—every night—"

"Every night?"

She gave him a look for interrupting her again. "Yes, but I'll pay you. So if you can do that, I'll hopefully get better grades and I'll get out of your way forever since you can't stand me so much. Deal?"

Dipper thought it over. It was true—he couldn't stand Pacifica—but he would be getting paid to teach someone his two most favorite subjects. Honestly, he loved Math and Science and would do it for fun any day. Besides, with the money, he could give some to his parents and give Mabel some for that new sweater she wanted for months. And it was only for a week—how bad could it be?

"Where are we going to go to work on it?" He asked. "Your house?"

"Not my house," she answered quickly. "Your house."

"Okay, but it might not be up to your rich standards."

Pacifica frowned and opened her mouth to say something but shook her head, her eyes hardening again. "It'll be fine."

Dipper gave her a side-ways glance. She looked desperate and was nervously kneaded her fingers together. He was so used to seeing her hard, scowling expression that he was surprised to notice that her eyes were big and looked like a lost puppy. She was lucky he loved puppies.

They stopped walking because they were now in front of their English class. Dipper realized that they walked to class together. He shuddered. "Okay."

"Okay you'll tutor me?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you!" She smiled widely. Dipper did a double take. He realized this was the first time he saw her smile ever. For once, her face wasn't twisted up in disgust when she looked at him and everyone else. Now, her blue eyes didn't look so hard and piercing and actually looked like they were sparkling. Believe it or not, she actually didn't look mean and snobby anymore—maybe even pretty. Maybe if she didn't have her guard up so high all of the time, she would actually look like a nice person.

"You used to have braces, didn't you?" Dipper blurted out. Leave it to him to make any nice situation weird or awkward. It just slipped out—her teeth were perfectly straight and white, he noticed.

Pacifica's smile slowly fell and she frowned at him. "Um…yeah?"

"I mean, 'cause…" he scratched his neck. "You don't smile a lot, so I never saw your teeth before."

She gave him a quizzical look for a few moments before she scowled again. "Whatever. Just be ready by seven o'clock, I'll be at your house by then, Diphead." She turned and walked into the class, leaving him standing in the hall by himself.

Dipper sighed and shook his head. So much for a nice person. What the hell did he get himself into?