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look through the bag again, and from the corner of my eye I saw him take another step toward me.
     
     
    I found my paper and whipped it out, letting his backpack fall on the floor. As he shook his head and slowly bent down to pick it up, I jumped over him and ran for the door.
     
     
    “I didn’t realize we were playing leap frog,” he smirked, running after me again.
     
     
    “I see you too are getting along,” Nina noted happily, walking through the doors toward her office.
     
     
    Both Fox and I stopped running and I turned to face him, trying to slow my breathing.
     
     
    “You put me through hell for this,” I said, holding up the paper, “Why?”
     
     
    He smirked. Again. “Simply for the thrill of it.”
     
     
    I shook my head and went over to my backpack, folding the precious list and putting it into the front pocket.
     
     
    “Actually, Em, I still have that proposition,” he said behind me, and my whole body tensed up. He was behind me, and we were both behind the counter. I was trapped, unless I tried to hop over it again. After considering that idea I concluded I would most likely knock something over and Nina would come and catch me. I couldn’t risk that.
     
     
    I stayed facing the computer, pretending to busy myself.
     
     
    “You gonna say it anytime soon, or…?” I prodded, acting uninterested.
     
     
    He paused.
     
     
    “Well, I stole your paper because, besides the fact that you forgot it and had most of it done, I knew you were… well, a nerd,” he started.
     
     
    Ahh , he certainly has a way with words. Doesn’t he?
     
     
    “Your point?” I muttered.
     
     
    “Tutor me.”
     
     
    I suppressed my laughter, resulting in a really unattractive snorting type of sound. I turned around to face him, and found that his cocky smirk has been replaced with a slight frown. I feared he was serious.
     
     
    “You’re serious?” I asked in disbelief.
     
     
    He nodded, a bit sheepishly at that.
     
     
    “Why? I mean, they put you in that class, but you need help?”
     
     
    “They only put me in that class because I’m good in music and comp, and I need to ‘ enhance my vocabulary’ to not only write better lyrics, but pass the SATs,” he muttered, running a hand through his white blonde hair.
     
     
    “Oh ,” came my brilliant reply.
     
     
    We stood there in silence, and I was really starting to get uncomfortable.
     
     
    “So…?” he asked, rushing my answer.
     
     
    “So… you were going to blackmail me? Tutor you or possibly fail the exam?” I tested him.
     
     
    “Well,” he started, caught off guard.
     
     
    I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.
     
     
    “Yeah, actually, I was,” he said, surprising me with his honesty.
     
     
    “I’ll tutor you. Mondays and Tuesdays,” I huffed, “But if you ever steal anything of mine again or not take this seriously, I will not only ignore you, but I will ruin you,” I cautioned, surprised at the confidence and power in my voice.
     
     
    “Ruin me?” he smirked, “What are you gonna do?”
     
     
    I shrugged. Good question.
     
     
    “I’ll tell all the girls that you have genital herpes,” I decided, batting my eyelashes, “I’ll think of something. You’re in no position to be challenging me right now, dude.”
     
     
    He stood there, studying my gaze.
     
     
    “Fine,” he said, stepping closer.
     
     
    “Fine, what?” I asked, backing up.
     
     
    “Fine, I won’t steal your shit anymore.” He rolled his eyes.
     
     
    What’s with this guy and the language? No wonder he needed to improve his vocabulary.
     
     
    “And ?” I pressed. I was going to enjoy this while I had the upper hand.
     
     
    “And… I’ll take this seriously,” h e promised through his teeth.
     
     
    I stood on the tips of my toes and patted his head. “Good boy,” I cooed at him like he was a little baby. Speaking of…
     
     
    Daycare!
     
     
    “Crap, I have to go,” I said, running