I had known Todd since the beginning of the school year. His family had moved from a close by area and I began to enjoy his company quite a bit. He played on the basketball team and his mother was INSANE! She always wanted him to be the best there ever was and there ever will be. She screamed her head off at the games and I always enjoyed being around her.

I always sat next to her every game, talking about stuff. One day she asked, "How smart are you?"

"Let me sum it up for you: I'm sixteenth is my class of about 200," I replied.

Her eyes beamed and told me, "Little Todd needs some help in math. He's making a 58 in there. He needs help fast." I smiled and told her I would be happy to.

After the game I met up with Todd and told him that I was going to tutor him at 7:30, every morning in the library. I was really looking forward to the next morning when I would help him out. When I got there the next morning I could not find him in the library. I began to get a little discouraged, wondering if he was going to show up. This was not like Todd.

I told the librarian to tell Todd I would be right back if he came. I went to consult with my Geometry teacher since I had taken that class already, due to me being in an advanced class. I freshened up for about five minutes on what they were working on and headed back to the library. Luckily, I found him there and walked over to him.

He said, "Hey man!"

I nodded to him and told him, "Hey. Lets get to work."

"Okay." I looked at a couple papers he pulled out of his binder and they were not so good.

"We need to work on these." He nodded to me and we got busy. After about thirty minutes working on parallelograms we decided it was time to go to class. We parted and headed different ways.

After that, we met every morning to work on his math. He was gradually improving, a good sign. One day in our fourth period, History, he asked me if I wanted to come over and spend the weekend at his house. I gladly agreed. After the basketball game that Friday I went over to his house and we had a great time, playing video games, messing around, etc.

We went to his room and sat on his bed. He asked me, "Man...how do you get all of those ladies. I see them drooling over you."

I laughed at him and told him, "Nah."

"No, I'm serious. You’re so lucky."

"Thanks. You can get girls too, you know," I replied.

"I'm not really interested right now."

"What do you mean? Guys are horn-dogs. You should be all over them."

"That's not what I meant," he said.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'll show you." He leaned over and placed a kiss on my lips. I jumped back quickly, a bit confused. He looked at me a bit scared, wondering if he had done the wrong thing. I leaned over to him and kissed him, breaking the uncomfortableness.

He rubbed his hand over my chest, grabbing a firm