The next day, I was at my locker, getting my books for first period, when Carson walked up to me and leaned on the locker beside mine.
"What is it now, Carson?" I asked.
Carson grinned. "I hope you haven't made any plans tonight, because we have a date." He said, winking at me.
"Please don't flatter yourself. You are only going to help me with maths and that's all. Mr. Malcolm already told me." I said, closing my locker and turned to him. "I know you must be thrilled, but just so you know, I'm not happy about this. Why did you agree to do this by the way? I'm sure you have better things to do than tutor me."
He shrugged. "I don't know. It seems like fun."
I rolled my eyes. "Sure it will be fun for you. You just want an excuse to torture me."
He laughed. "Whatever you say, Kitten." He
