Heyy to all fans of this story! I'm here to give a announcement on this story. 'My Fallen Angel' is based on the book series 'Hush Hush Saga' by Becca Fitzpatrick. I love that book so much and I love the couple Cargan so much that I decided to make it into a story! Also thank you soooooo much to 'Sassy Kames' for the review! It means so much too much3...So NOW FOR CHAPTER THREE 'Tutoring...What?"

Coach McConaughy stood at the chalkboard droning on and on about something, but my mind was far from the complexities of science.

I was busy formulating reasons why Carlos and I should no longer be partners, making a list of them on the back of an old quiz. As soon as class was over, I would present my argument to Coach. 'Uncooperative on assignments', I wrote. 'Shows little interest in teamwork'. But it was things not listed that bothered me the most. I found the location of Carlos birthmark eerie and I was spooked out by the incident at my window last night. I didn't outright suspect Carlos of spying on me but I couldn't ignore the coincidence that I was almost positive I'd seen someone looking in my window just hours after I'd met him.

At the thought of Carlos spying on me , I reached inside the front compartment of my backpack and shook out two iron pills from a bottle swallowing them whole. They caught in my throat a moment then found their way down. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Carlos raised eyebrows. I considered explaining that I was anemic and had to take iron a few times a day, especially when I was under stress, but I thought better. The anemia wasn't life threatening... as long ad I took regular doses of iron. I wasn't paranoid to the point to the point that I thought Carlos met no harm but somehow my medical condition was a vulnerability that felt better kept a secret.

"Logan?"

Coach stood at the front of the room his hand outstretched in a gesture that showed he was waiting for one thing-my answer.

"Could you repeat the question?" I asked

The class snickered.

Coach said, with slight irritation, "What qualities are you attracted to in a potential mate?"

"Potential mate?"

"Come on now, we don't have all afternoon."

I could hear Kendall laughing behind me.

My throat seemed constrict, "You want me to list characteristic of a...?"

"Potential mate, yes, that would be helpful."

Without meaning to, I looked sideways at Carlos. He was eased back in his seat, one notch above a slouch, studying me with satisfactions. He flashed me his pirate smile and mouthed 'We're waiting'.

I stacked my hands on the table hoping I looked more composed than I felt. "I've never thought about it before."

"Well think fast."

"Could you call on someone else first?"

Coach gestured impatiently to my left, "You're up, Carlos."

Unlike me, Carlos spoke with confidence. He himself positioned so his body was angled slightly toward mine our knees mere inches apart.

"Intelligent. Attractive. Vulnerable."

Coach was writing adjectives on the board "Vulnerable...How so?"

Kendall spoke up. "Does this have to do with anything with this unit we're studying? Because I can't find anything about desired characteristics of a mate anywhere in our text."

"Every animal on the planet attracts a mate with a goal of reproduction. Care to give us your list, ?"

Kendall held up five fingers. "Gorgeous, wealthy, indulgent, fiercely protective, and just a little bit dangerous."

Carlos laughed under his breath. "The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned."

"Excellent point," Coach said.

"Humans are vulnerable," Carlos continued, because they're capable of getting hurt.." At this rate Carlos knocked knees Against mine. I scooted away, not daring to let myself wonder what the gesture meant.

Coach nodded. "The complexity of human attraction and reproduction is one of the features that set us apart from one another."

I thought I heard Carlos Snort st this but it was a very soft sound and I couldn't be sure.

Coach continued. "Since dawn of time woman have been attracted to mates with strong survival skills like intelligence and physical prowess because men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day." He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned, "Dinner equals survival, team."

No one laughed.

"Likewise," He continued,"Men are attracted to beauty because it indicates health and youth no point mating with a sickly woman who won't be around raise children." Coach chuckled thinking his poor joke would be funny.

"That is so sexist," Kendall protested. Tell me something that relates to us in the twenty first century."

"If you approach reproduction with an eye to science, Mr. Knight, you'll see that children are the key to the survival of our species. And the more children you have, the greater your contribution to the gene-pool."

I practically heard Kendall's eyes rolling. "I think we're finally getting close to today's topic. Sex."

"Almost," Said Coach, holding up a finger. "Before sex comes attraction but after attraction comes body language. You have to communicate 'I'm interested' to a potential mate, only not in so many words."

Coach pointed beside me. "Alright, Carlos. Let's say you're at a party. The room is full with blonds, brunettes, redheads, and a few guys or girls with black hair. Some are talkative, while other appear shy. You've found one guy who fits your profile-attractive, intelligent, and vulnerable. How do you let him know that you're interested?"

"Single him out. Talk to him."

"Good. Now for the big question-how do you know if he's game or if he wants you to move on?"

"I study him,"Carlos said. "I figure out what she's thinking and feeling. He's not going to come right out and tell me,which is why I have to pay attention. Does he turn his body toward mine? Does he hold eyes then look away. Does he bite his lip and play his hair the way Logan is doing now?"

Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands into my lap.

"He's game,"Carlos said,bumping his legs in mine again. Of all the things, I blushed.

"Very good! Very good!"Coach said, his voice changed, smiling broadly at our attentiveness.

"The blood vessels in Logan face are widening and his skin is warming. He knows he's being evaluated. He likes the attention, but he's not sure how to handle it."Carlos said.

"I am not blushing!"

"He's nervous," Carlos said. He's stroking his arm to draw attention away from his face and down his figure, or maybe his skin. Both are string selling points."

I nearly choked. He's joking, I told myself. No he's insane. I had no experience dealing with lunatics and it showed. I felt like I spent most of our time together staring at Carlos, mouth agape. If I had any illusions about keeping up with him, I was going to have to figure out a new approach.

I placed my hands flat against the table held my chin high and tried to look as if I possessed some dignity. "This is ridiculous."

Stretching his arm out to his side with exaggerated slyness, Carlos hung it on the back of my chair. I had a strange feeling that this was a threat aimed entirely at me, and he unaware and uncaring of how the class received it. They laughed but he didn't seem to hear it holding my eyes so singly with his own that I believed he'd carved a small, private world for us that no one else could reach.

'Vulnerable' he mouthed.

I locked my ankles around the legs of my chair and jerked forward feeling the weight of his arm drop off the back of my chair. I was not vulnerable.

"And there you have, Biology in motion!" Coach said.

"Now can we please talk about sex now?" Kendall asked

"Tomorrow. Read chapter seven and be ready for discussion first thing."

The bell rang and Carlos scraped his chair back. "Well that was fun. Let's do it again sometime." Before I could come up with something more pithy than no thanks he edged his way behind me and disappeared out the door.

"I'm starting a petition to have Coach fired," Kendall said coming to my table. "What was up with class today? It was watered down porn. He practically had you and Carlos on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed-"

I nailed him with a look that said,'Does it look like I want a replay?'

"Yeesh,"Kendall said taking a step back.

"I need to talk to Coach, I'll meet you at lockers in 10 minutes."

"Sure thing."

I made my way to Coach's desk.

"Hi Logan what can i do for you?"

"I'm here to tell you the new seating chart and lesson plan is making me uncomfortable."

coach kicked back his chair and folded his hands behind his back. "I like the new seating chart. Almost as I like this new man to man play I'm working on for Saturdays game."

I set a copy of the school code of conduct and students rights down on top of it. "By law, no student should feel threatened on school property."

"You feel threatened?"

"I feel uncomfortable. And I'd like to propose a solution.". When coach didn't cut me off I sighed. "I would tutored any student from any of your biology classes-if you will seat me beside Kendall again."

"Carlos could use a tutor."

I resisted gritting my teeth. "That defeats the point."

"Did you see him today? He was involved in the discussion. I haven't heard him say one word all year long,but I put him next to you and bingo. His grade is going to improve."

"And Kendall is going to drop."

"That happens when you can't look sideways to get the right answer," he said dryly.

"Kendall's problem is lack of dedication. I'll tutor him."

"No can do." Glancing at his watch, he said,"I'm late for a meeting. Are we done here?"

I squeezed my brain for one more argument but it appeared I was fresh out of inspiration.

"Let's give the new seating chart a few more weeks. Oh and I was serious about tutoring Carlos. I'll count you in." Coach didn't wait for my answer;he whistled the tune of jeopardy and ducked out the door.

Fuck.

So what do ya think? Carlos is such a flirt{a threat in Logan view}. So coach won't change the seating chart...you'll figure out why in later chapters. REVIEW! Oh yeah...follow me on twitter at Smexy_CarlosBTR.