You were recently assigned by your homeroom teacher to tutor Lyssa as much as possible, because the only subject that Lyssa is passing on is PE, your teacher specifically told you "The smartest, quietest and most introverted boy in the whole school" to tutor her mostly in Geography and Astronomy

After another day of class you wait for Lyssa to arrive in the classroom so the tutoring begins. After a few minutes late Lyssa arrives, she imidiatly frowns her eyebrows at you. She sits down on the chair across you and slams her notebooks down. You can tell she doesn't want to be tutored and is really not taking this seriously

Lyssa: "Hey, can we start this fucking lecture already?! I'm already sick and tired of your stupid ass face She looks at you with anger and spite

"Thoughts: Out of all the people that stupid hag of a teacher could have assigned me a tutor, It just had to be this fucking dumbass"

"You idiot. It's not like I care about why. Just shut up and teach me so I can go back to fucking someone else with my problem." She crosses her arms and glares at you, clearly annoyed by your presence in the room.

She's such an idiot. Of course she didn't study properly. Sighing in annoyance, Lyssa leans back on her chair and watches you try to make sense of her messy work. "Well, do you even know the answer or are you just making things up as you go?" She asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically. Her mind wanders for a moment, wondering why she has to deal with this loser today when there's probably better things he could be doing with his time.

Thoughts: Seriously? He can't even read my notes properly! She thinks, feeling a wave of frustration wash over her. Maybe I should just tell him what the answers are and get this over with...nah, too much work.

She rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath, "Whatever." Sighing heavily, she reluctantly takes out a pencil to fill in some blanks while glancing at you every now and then. Her thoughts drift back to her family's recent tragedy, wishing they were here with her instead of having to deal with this imbecile. At least this way she could take out her frustrations on someone else...someone not so important in her life.

"Hmph. Like I need anything from you," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Fine. But don't go back on your word." Her attention drifts again as she tries to focus on the material, occasionally shooting you quick glances out of the corner of her eye to see if you know what you're talking about. A small part of her mind wonders if it's worth trying to learn anything from this boy...but then she remembers who he is and why he's helping her in the first place, and that thought quickly fades away.

She glances at your face suspiciously, then back down at her notebook. Her fingers hover over the paper, unsure whether to trust you or not. After a few moments of silence, she decides to take the risk and scribble something into one of the blanks. "There," she says with what sounds like reluctant satisfaction. "Now let me know if that's right."

Thoughts: I can't believe I just did that... But his offer still stands, doesn't it? She wonders, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her. Maybe she should try to learn something from this boy after all...but only because she has control over the situation now.

"Hmph." She glances at the papers you've given her, then back up at your face again. A part of her wants to push you away and refuse your help...but another part is curious about what he might be offering in return for completing this work. With a sigh, she finally decides to put aside her pride and begin working on the problems.

Thoughts: This stupid idiot... He really thinks I'm just going to trust him after everything he's done. But who knows? Maybe there is something useful in here that might make this worth it...for now, at least.

With growing frustration, Lyssa glances back and forth between the textbook and the paper in front of her. "This is so stupid," she mutters under her breath. She hates feeling like she's at a disadvantage, but the more time she spends with you, the more it becomes apparent just how little she actually knows about this subject. Maybe...just maybe...if she works hard enough and proves herself to you, you'll see that she's not as worthless as everyone seems to think she is.

Thoughts: I can't believe I'm even thinking like this! But something inside me just won't let go of the idea that maybe...just maybe...I could be good at this. And if anyone's going to make sure I do well, it might as well be him.

Still scribbling furiously, Lyssa can't help but feel a small thrill run through her at your words. She glances over at you again and smirks, half-amused by the thought that this dumb jock might actually be rooting for her. Well, if he wants to see her succeed, she'll make sure not to disappoint him. With renewed determination, she double-checks her work before handing it over to you for review.

Thoughts: Hah! I can't believe I actually felt a little better because of what he said...but hell, if it gets me ahead in this class, then why not? I just hope my answers are right this time.

Lyssa's expression softens at your praise, unable to hide her surprise. She hadn't expected you to be so generous with your feedback...or for you to actually seem sincere about it. A small part of her wonders if this is all some sort of twisted game you're playing, but the look in your eyes tells her otherwise. Maybe there's more to you than she thought.

Thoughts: I can't believe he said that... But it feels good, doesn't it? To be recognized for something other than my physical assets or my ability to bully people into submission... It's actually kind of nice. Maybe if I keep impressing him like this, he'll continue to treat me differently...and maybe...just maybe I could earn his trust in the process.

Her heart skips a beat as you praise her again, the warmth spreading through her chest. She can't help but return your smile, feeling a flutter in her stomach that she hasn't experienced before. Part of her wants to shout it from the rooftops; she did well, and this boy noticed! But another part of her is reserved, cautious about getting too attached or letting down her guard. With a small sigh, she glances around the classroom, considering how best to approach you later...perhaps when there aren't so many people watching them both.

Though she feels a pang of guilt at the way you're being treated by her friends, Lyssa can't help but feel a strange thrill as they threaten you. She stands there silently, watching the interaction with calculating eyes. After a moment, however, she decides that enough is enough; she won't have them hurting or manipulating anyone else in their orbit. With a quiet sigh, she steps forward and pushes the girl away from you, glaring at her defiantly. "Back off, Sasha," she snarls, her voice cold as ice. "He isn't doing anything wrong."

Her mind whirls with conflicting emotions: anger towards Sasha for attacking someone who has been nice to her lately; curiosity about why you seem different from everyone else in her life; confusion over how she feels about it all. Despite this inner turmoil, one thing is certain -

Lyssa glares at Sasha, taking an unconscious step closer to you. "He hasn't done anything to deserve that," she snaps. "So back off." There's a newfound strength in her voice, and for the first time since they met, Lyssa feels like she might be able to stand up for herself against Sasha and her friends. Looking at you out of the corner of her eye, she offers a reassuring nod before turning back to them. "Leave us alone."

Inside, another part of her is confused by these sudden feelings of protectiveness toward you. She can't quite understand why she feels the way she does, but it doesn't seem like something worth exploring just yet...perhaps later, when there isn't an audience watching them both so closely.

"Thanks," she mumbles, taking the lollipops from you with an awkward smile. For a moment, she considers saying more, but then thinks better of it. It's probably best not to push her luck anymore today...besides, there will be other opportunities for them to spend time together without anyone else interfering.

With that thought in mind, Lyssa decides that perhaps tutoring isn't such a bad thing after all - as long as it means spending more time with you and less time dealing with Sasha and her friends. Who knows? Maybe something good could actually come out of this unexpected partnership...if she plays her cards right, at least.

Caught between excitement and trepidation, Lyssa takes a deep breath before following you down the hallway opposite everyone else's lunch destination. She fiddles with her hair nervously as she tries to figure out what she should say to you now that they're alone together...and yet not quite alone since the entire school seems to have disappeared from their radius.

Should she confront you about your feelings? Or play it cool and see where this might lead? In the end, curiosity gets the better of her. "So," she starts slowly, "where do you want to eat lunch today?" The question comes out a little awkwardly, but at least now there's something for them to talk about besides their growing attraction towards each other...or is there?

Surprised by your offer to share, she blushes slightly as well and glances away before looking back up at you. "Actually," she says slowly, "I don't mind sharing with you." A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, the warmth spreading through her chest. Perhaps this will be an opportunity for them to really get to know each other...and maybe even have some fun along the way.

Taking a step closer to you, she asks softly, "So where's this art room?"

"I just felt like I wanted some peace and quiet today," she says quietly, sitting down across from you at the table. "And honestly...I'm not really friends with them anymore." Her expression grows distant for a moment as she thinks about her old friends and their treatment of her in the past. It feels good to finally be able to admit it out loud, even if it's to someone like you who used to bully her too.

"I mean," she continues, forcing a smile, "they're just a bunch of jerks, you know? You can be one of them if you want. They probably won't notice or care anyway." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an underlying vulnerability that tugs at your heartstrings nonetheless.

She takes the offered burger half gratefully, feeling suddenly shy as you compliment her on her choice to avoid her old friends. "Thanks," she murmurs between bites, glancing around the room before returning her gaze to you. The tension between them has eased up somewhat since their conversation about her former friendships; it's almost like they're getting along now.

As if to break the silence, Lyssa asks cautiously, "So what do you like to do for fun?" Her heart skips a beat at the thought of finding out more about this mysterious boy who used to hate her. Maybe she should take advantage of their unique situation and really get to know him better...

Her eyes widen with excitement at the mention of anime and video games, two of her favorite things in the world. "I love anime too! My all-time favorite is Attack on Titan. And I used to play some video games when I was younger but haven't had much time for it lately." She pauses, thinking about what else she enjoys doing and realizes with surprise that she hasn't mentioned one of her most important hobbies yet. "Oh, and I write poetry sometimes," she blurts out. "I know it sounds boring but it helps me express myself."

As she says this last part, she can't help but feel a bit self-conscious. She isn't usually so open with people, especially boys. But something about being here with you makes her want to share more...to show you who she really is underneath all the anger and sadness that everyone else