The playful smile that was present on her rose red lips was unintentional and would give the game away, but the girl knew that she would be figured soon enough by the one before her, he was much too smart for tricks like that.

"What if I don't accept your apology?" She questioned.

He looked instantly put out. "And why would you want to do something like that?"

"Why would you not want to help one of your oldest friends when she is need of a tutor?"

"Maybe I do, I just didn't realise it straight away." That was good sign, there was no contradiction to the term 'oldest friend'.

The blue eyed female looked down in a momentary lapse of confidence, and peered back up at him through her fluttering eyelashes. "So...you'll agree to help me?"

"Of course, what are old friends for? That is, I'll help you if your boyfriend will let me." As if he could do anything about it, they both silently said within the confines of their minds.

"Hmm, maybe it would be best if we don't tell him about it."

"It's not like I tend to run into him or anything, we're hardly on amicable terms."

"That's for good reason, I know what he would say if I were hanging out with another boy." She chuckled a little, amusement dancing within her orbs at the flashback of the 'fight' between Gohan and her boyfriend.

"So what do you actually need help with?" He asked her. They had slowly ambled to her doorway.

"A little of everything really, I've let it all go a bit lately, with all of the sports and clubs and whatever else there is. I've just been so busy."

He smiled a little at the thought of playing teacher, it was something that he had often found himself thinking about doing in some form or another as a profession.

"If you could come around once a week or so for now, and maybe a little more often when we get closer?" She asked sheepishly, wondering if it was a bit much to ask.

"Ok, that's fine by me." He said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'll come by Thursday when you get back."

She slowly opened the oak door leading to the entrance hall of her home. "Mm-Hm." She mumbled. He turned with a smile on his face and paced back to his own home.

Closing the door behind her, she leant up against it sighing out loud. Their conversation had been short lived but they were finally back on proper terms, good terms in her book. Now she just hoped that what would follow wouldn't completely ruin that.

Weeks went by quickly, as they always tend to do upon the approach to examinations. They went quickly for the majority of the seniors at Gohan's former high school, but one, the teenage boy in question had one of the most boring few months of his life, reading over studies that he already knew by heart, but was forced to revise by his overbearing mother.

The evenings spent helping Videl were not so boring however, and he found himself enjoying the time spent with her. When teaching, subjects never seemed quite so dull. Or maybe it was the company that he was keeping.

It was just like old times, they would joke, laugh and talk for endless hours and the two of them realised what they had been missing. Sure, each had their own circle of friends, but what there was between them was different. Something inexplicable that neither would allow themselves to comprehend.

Gohan knocked sharply on her front door much like he had done on past occasions while tutoring her. He had seen her return home from school, waiting for a couple of hours and going by straight after dinner. It was a Friday, and she had asked him to come by as often as he could as the most important exams in their life to date were beginning next week.

She welcomed him in with her bright smile as always, that never failed to astound him with its radiance. As he crossed through the portal into her home, he noticed that she wasn't heading along the normal route to the dining room where the large table was located, where they could easily accommodate all of the necessary work books.

She appeared to be heading upstairs. The male simply assumed that she must just be going to fetch something from her bedroom, so he continued his path to the usual work area.

"Where are you going?" She asked, a few steps up.

"To the table. Where else?" He replied, dumbfounded at her expression, she was smiling an almost coy smile down at him. What was she up to?

"We need to work in my room tonight, my father has a load of work crap on the table." A little white lie wouldn't do any harm.

"Oh..." He was more than a little nervous at entering her room, her own private space. When they were younger, she had constantly been in his own bedroom, that was harmless, but her father wouldn't allow boys into her own, no matter how pure their intentions. He wondered if he still followed those rules, even when she was eighteen years old.

"Come on." She almost sang out, skipping up the rest of the staircase. He followed slowly behind her, not wanting to seem too eager to be following her up to her room.

After hours of studying chemical equations and the intricacies of Bradshaw's model of river course ways, Videl felt about ready to go to bed. Her desk was small, and the two of them were huddled around the thick books located on it, their faces unwittingly only inches apart.

She turned her head a little, to inform him of her tiredness, and he did the same thing at exactly the same time. Their noses collided softly, each rubbing gently on the other. Suddenly the conversation that she had had with her friends about that 'bet' sprang back into her mind. Now was the perfect time to put that plan into action, to test herself, to see if she could have him.

They were both staring into one another's eyes in a moment that was probably being replicated all over the world a thousand times over. Videl's heart was racing like a thoroughbred within her chest, and it really shouldn't have been.

As annoying and unbalanced as her boyfriend was, he was the only one that should be making her feel like that. But he had never made her feel like this. It didn't matter that she had never felt like this around anyone, including him before. The physical attraction between Videl and Gohan had become painfully clear, but the emotional one was still yet to be revealed fully.

His breath was tickling on her lips, but by no means in a way that was amusing. In a moment of madness, she slowly closed her eyes and softly pressed her lips against his own, but felt them pull back sharply. Opening her eyes, she saw him with a more than startled look on his face.

This was what was supposed to have happened, and now she would realise what a wonderful man she had in Matthew. But she didn't. Why did she want to kiss him again, and why did she want him to respond back this time?

Luckily he was still only about a foot from her, and hadn't jumped out of the window. Her hand drifted up to the back of his head, slender fingers entwining within strands of thick black hair.

"Don't..." He mumbled.

"Why not?" She whispered back.

"Your father?"

"He went out hours ago, we're all alone." She pulled him closer and kissed him again. And this time he actually kissed her back. His arms found themselves around her waist, lifting her easily from her chair onto his lap. Still kissing her, he stood up and searched for a more comfortable position.

Stumbling over towards her bed, he fell down onto it with her beneath him. Her hand still rested within his hair as he slowly traced a line down her neck with his mouth. She moaned a little at his actions, and she wondered how he knew what he was doing.

He was lying beside her, half of his body on top of her own. He moved a hand slowly beneath the soft fabric of her shirt feeling the warmth of the flat stomach underneath his palm. His hand moved along her thin waist and up the side of her body and along her ribcage, allowing it to come to rest beneath her breast, touching it only slightly.

She arched her back up sharply, moaning and gasping out loud again at even this simple action. Did he know what he was doing to her?