My face is so hot, I feel like I'm about to pass out. Mitchie is staring at me, and he's so close.

"Mitchie, you're really close," I whisper.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mitchie replies and backs away. "Anyway," I say, trying to change the subject, "did you just finish track practice?"

"Yeah, I was just heading down to the locker room."

"I can wait for you. If you want that is."

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" Thanks, I'd like that." Several minutes later, Mitchie comes back with his regular clothes on and a duffle bag in his hand.

"Alright, I'm ready to go," says Mitchell. We start to head out of the school campus.

"Ya know," Mitchell starts to say, "I've been having a little trouble with Math 2, and I was wondering if I could have the #1 student herself tutor me."

"Oh, sure," I reply, "Wait. Where should I tutor you? I was actually planning to go to the library, you can come with me if you want."

"Let's go to the library," said Mitchell, " I wouldn't want to hinder your studies." He starts walking in the direction of the library. "Come on Slowpoke," he says jokingly with a playful smirk. "I'm coming, I'm coming," I say and run to catch up with him.