When I was in high school, I was kind of a nerd. I got a long with everyone but didnt really click with any group. My people were the kids running around with Naruto headbands on, clacking d and d dice together. We had fun, but really didnt get into any trouble.

I had dated a bit but not that much. The men that were interested in me were nice, but they were fellow nerds. Socially awkward, non confident guys that were more interested in stats of their wow characters than any romance.

I suppose I was decent looking enough. I was 5 foot 4, with shoulder length radish blonde hair with bangs. My body was decent as well. I was the last girl in my grade to start budding, but the girls grew to a decent c cup. They reminded me of the old pin up girl paintings my grandfather would have up in his basement. Like tear drops. But under all the baggy clothes I would wear, you could barely tell I had any chest.

When I was a freshman in high school, I was given an academic advancement, allowing me to skip ahead to being a junior. I got a few laughs when heading into my advanced placement classes, but after the first semester they died down. Slowly i started tutoring other students, in particularly the athletes trying to pass in hopes of an athletic scolorship. I was regularly interacticing with people older than me and in higher social standing. I had hoped it would lead to more romantic opportunities, but sadly I was shrugged off.

That whole year I went single. There was some sparks with another girl during the Christmas break, but nothing came of it. I wasn’t sure of my feelings on girls at the time and I guess that frustrated her. She ended up

Dating some girl with giant tits and zero personality. It really burned me to relationships, so I focused on my friends and school that year.

The next year at school, I was a senior. I expected it to feel the same, but it didn’t. I felt like a giant walking through the halls. I was approached by the football head coach, Mr Callahan, to work with a tutor his all stars as he called them. In truth, they were dumber than a stack of bricks. But they were built like trucks and had the potential to go into college ball. It’s a big deal in the south.

So every Tuesday and Thursday, I met with around 15 football players after their practice and helped them with homework, studies, the works. They had their grades reported to the coach everyday, and had to maintain at least a c average to continue to play.

We were about 4 games in to the season when we hit our first roadblock. Devonte lamar. A huge guy capable of literally throwing other huge guys and destroying quarterbacks. Not so capable of passing a simple biology test. Coach hit the roof. His eligibility was taken and would have to improve his grades before he could hit the field again.

I was approached by Devonte after the tutoring meeting. He practically begged me for extra time to tutor him for his class. I agreed, and invited him to my house over the weekend. The prospect of anything romantic happening with him didnt register as a possibility. He was so far out of my league. It would be like a simple Greek man defeating zues in armed combat.

Devonte arrived at my house, introduced himself to my parents and we got to work.