The Tutor
It was the second semester of my senior year. Everything was going well except my grade in math was close to failing. I was worried because I knew I wasn’t going to do well on my final. My mom decided to enroll me in afternoon tutoring sessions. I was only excited because that means I could drive to school in my new car I got for my 18th birthday. And it didn’t hurt that my tutor was a hunk. He wasn’t my actual teacher he was a Assistant Teacher. A college senior trying to get a feel for how a...