“So, now you’re a gentleman?”

“Only for some girls.” He smiles and I roll my eyes, deciding to give in so I can get this ride over with.

“5632...Down a few more houses and on your left.”

He nods and speeds up a little, eventually pulling right in front of my mailbox.

I immediately unbuckle my seatbelt and collect my bag from the floor. Thanks for the ride.”

“Wait a minute,” he says. “I need your phone number...for tutoring purposes of course,” he adds with a sly smile.

He hands me his phone and I reluctantly type in my number. I save it under “For Tutoring Purposes of Course” and give it back to him before getting out and rushing inside my house.

As soon as I make it upstairs to my room, my cell phone buzzes with a text notification. It’s an unknown number.

This is Dean. Here’s my number, you can save it under “For ANY Purposes Of Course...”

I should’ve known to stay away from him that very day...