The next day-

Mike Wheeler was both the biggest idiot yet smartest guy El had ever met. Half of last year Mike had spent inside of the principal's office. He was always in trouble for either smoking, graffitiing the restroom stalls, skipping class... setting off the fricking fire alarm as a 'joke?' How is that even funny? El wondered. Why he was always getting himself into bother was always a mystery to her. She assumed he was just trying to act big in front of presumptuous gang of friend and oh- that little bratty girlfriend of his. Something that never made sense to El was how intelligent he was academically. He never pays attention in class, damn most the time he doesn't even attend them. How can someone who doesn't even try manage to have so much knowledge and maintain it so effortlessly. El believes he's just lucky and naturally intelligent and she hates that he just takes it all for granted. His parent is over well off and his grades are perfect, he could go to any collage he'd please if only he'd get his head down and straighten himself up.

El tries hard in school but its far from her main priority as much as she'd like it to be. She wished she had more time to study so people would think she wasn't an idiot. For most children their education comes before anything else but she isn't like other children. She doesn't have the time, between playing the 'babysitter and 'maid', working part time for her parent in a job she absolute hates, there's no time left for learning.

Mike Wheeler entered the principal's office as scheduled. He knew why he was there and what the meeting was about, his punishment. On the last day of sixth grade he has the all so clever idea of exposing his maths teacher, whom his dad was having an affair with behind his moms back, in a very public and creative way. Windows smashed, half of the car trunks door ripped half off of its hinges and the word 'WHORE' spray painted across the left side of the vehicle. Boy was Michael in for it this time. The final decision was, after much pleading from his parent, instead of being placed into a high school where his behaviour would be more expected and tolerable, he'd serve his punishment throughout the seventh grade. A well-deserved punishment of that for not only did he destroy a car but the wrong freaking car.

Poor old Mrs Whitehouse, the seventy-two-year-old librarian, was horrified after seeing the state of her car. None the less, Mike apologised and it was more than a genuine one. He did lawn work all over the summer and helped out with some handy work, fixing her fence and such. This was all voluntary. Mike may be a rebel but there is no way on earth that he would intestinally hurt the feeling of a kind old lady. One who did absolutely nothing to deserve it. He may be a jerk but he has a good heart deep down and helping with the chores was the least he could do to make up for the damage. He assured Mrs Whitehouse that if she ever needed a helping hand then she could call him any time and he'd be right over. Over the summer they formed quite a bond and the lady enjoyed the company of another person around her house, especially after her husband had passed. She wasn't one to hold a grudge and certainly not against such a 'polite' young boy. Mike was all well and forgiven but he was yet to have faced his punishment from the school, until now that is.

"Come in" The principal demanded to the raven-haired boy who had one foot leaning against the wall. He did as he was told and took a seat at the opposite side of the desk to the principal.

"I think you know why you're here"

Mike sighed.

"You're a straight A student in every class except Art. I figured this would come in handy" The teacher told him. Mike leaned back into his seat and propped his legs upon the desk. The teacher gave him 'the look' and he instantly got the hint and corrected his posture to avoid being in any more trouble than he was already in.

"I have signed you onto the tutoring program" The principal told him. Mike looked confused.

"But I'm a straight A student!" Mike reminded. The teacher tried his best not to roll his eyes at the boy.

"I have signed you up to be a tutor"

"A tutor?"

"yes"

"No way."

"Mike! There are many other alternatives and options. I cannot be bothered with laying the law so you either do as I say or you can go cause disruption at some other school" The principal told him sharply. Mike had already considered just going to a 'bad' school where his punishment would be less severe and the rules were more laid back but he instantly decided against it after some thinking. His friends… His girl, no way.

"For how long, the tutoring I mean" Mike groaned.

"Six months approximately, be more may be less depending on your students needs." Mike's eyes widened, Six months?! "3 days a week, either during your lunch period or after school, that is for you and your student to decide." Mike shook his head.

"No way."

"Michael!" The principal warned.

"But sir!"

"Do we have an agreement or shall we give your parent a nice little phone call so we can discuss the other alternatives!?" The teacher had lost his patience. Mike sighed. He guessed it was time for him to just accept his fate. Mike tried to keep his cool and leaned back against his seat.

"So, who's my student" He asked cockily, rubbing his hands together. 'Maybe whoever it is might be pretty cool' he wondered.

"Her name is El Ives, lovely girl" Mike's jaw slightly dropped. "Do you happen to know her?" 'all too well' Mike thought with an eye roll.

"Sir, you can't be serious!" Mike raged.

"It's only temporary"

"El Ives, EL IVES?! Sir you can't be fucking serious!"

"LAUGUAGE! She's a very nice girl. Maybe she could teach you a lesson on manners." The teacher crossed his arms with a stern look planted upon his face. 'pure torture' Mike thought.

"Please sir" He pleaded. "Can you not assign me to any other student, any." He emphasised the word 'any' sounding desperate.

"I chose her because not only do I believe she will benefit from it but I only hope some of her good behaviour will rub off on you a little!" The principal shouted.

"But sir-"

"ENOUGH!" He slammed his folder against his desk this a thud. "The tutoring sessions start tomorrow. Find her, tell her when and where to meet you and for the love of god, behave yourself boy!"

Mike gave in. here was no use wasting his breath as there was no way on earth the principal planned on re-considering his decision. He just nodded and the principal sighed.

"Now get to class" He dismissed him.