You went around taping up your phone number for tutoring all over your school bulletin boards. You wanted some extra money and something to put on your resume. You thought this was the perfect solution.
A few weeks passed and you got a handful of new students.
One of them was a freshman named George Michael. He was a part of the Bluth family which were pretty prominent in your community, with always being in the news and stuff.
You loved going to his house to see his family dynamic. You thought his family bickering was hilarious and you enjoyed going to his house twice a week for the sessions.
George Michael was an extremely smart and very socially awkward kid. You guys got along and the tutoring had been helping him a lot which made his dad very greatful for you.
You finished up your last tutoring session of the week and you began packing your things.
"Dad do you have the money to pay Brianna?" He yelled.
You heard his dad's footsteps coming down the stairs. "Yeah yeah got it right here."
Mr. Bluth reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill to try to hand it to you.
"Please Mr. Bluth, it's only $15 per hour." You rejected the extra $20.
He brought his hand closer to you. "No you have to take it."
You smiled. "I can't, I really couldn't."
He pointed at your face. "Your smiling you want to." He put the money down on the table. "Well i am just leaving the bill here. Take it or leave it." He said before walking away.
"No!!" You called out but he ignored you. "Thank you Mr. Bluth." You yelled since he was so insistent on the extra money.
"Call me Michael." You heard from upstairs.
You chuckled and gathered your work. "Bye George Michael, see you next week?"
"Yes! But uh actually I have a really important math test on the fifteenth but i also have a really important family party on the fourteenth so i would really appreciate it if you'd come to my grandmas house and you could just review everything with me for a second. so it won't take to long but also if it won't be for that long you shouldn't even have to come and also you'd have to come dressed nice because or else my grandma would probably not let you come inside but i wouldn't want to make you do all of that so just forget it." He rambled.
You chucked a little bit. "I do not have any valentines plans. So i would love to help you and make sure you ace the.." You forgot.
"Unit test." He answered.
You nodded. "Yes the unit test. Very important."
He smiled. "Thank you. And i'll make sure my dad gives you some extra money for the hassle of getting ready and going to a new place."
You rolled your eyes. "No." You crossed your arms. "But now thinking of it.. I might need a ride home." You squinted your eyes.
"Done!" He smiled.
"Okay, see you then GM" You laughed as you walked towards the door. "Hah that rhymed."
"Bye!" He waved.
The next day you left school and began getting ready for this "family event." You assumed it'd be some sort of Valentine's Day party, although he hadn't specified. You wore a dark red top with a black mini skirt hoping it'd be "formal enough" for his grandmother to not kick you out.
You got dropped off and followed George Michaels instructions on getting to the apartment. You clutched your beige tote bag as you knocked on the door. Mr. Bluth swung the door open, he wore a navy crewneck with a light blue collared shirt underneath.
