After about three hours, it seems like Will's started to understand some of the concepts that I have taught him. He breezed through the conic section of precalculus and to increase productivity, we switched over to AP Biology. We're almost done with biology, but he seems to be stuck on water potential. "What do you mean that water potential is involved in the transport of water in plants?" he exclaims in a British accent as he's sitting next to me. He's currently eating a sandwich that he packed.

"Listen to me or else I swear, I will explode if you don't understand it. Water tends to move from high to low concentration. At the roots, there's a high concentration of water or low water potential as that's where most of the water is being absorbed. And since there is a lower concentration of water or high water potential, cohesion, and adhesion at the stems and leaves of the plant, that's how the water moves throughout the plant without the expenditure of energy. Do you understand now?" I ask as I draw this all out for Will to see.

He scratches his head in confusion once more. "Ok." I slam my pencil onto the table which causes him to flinch a little. "What don't you understand?"

Will extends a finger out and points at the stem of the plant. "W-What do cohesion and adhesion have to do with the transport of water throughout the plant?" Ok, that's actually a good question for once. I shouldn't have snapped at him like that.

He readies his pencil as he's about to write notes down again. "So, you know cohesion is when water molecules stick together and that adhesion is water molecules sticking onto other materials other than water itself. With these natural forces at play, the water molecules can one by one move throughout the plant. I'm pretty sure you can figure out the rest."

Blinking rapidly a couple of times, he finally nods in acknowledgment. "So, that's it for water potential?"

I sigh as I flip through the stacks of papers we have on the table. "I think so. As long as you get the main idea that water potential is where water has the potential to go towards. Water will go towards areas of lower concentration than higher concentrations because it has the potential to go towards the areas of lower concentration."

"That I understand. Just everything else is a little more confusing to me, but I will take a look at it when I get back home."

I breathe out a sigh of relief as I rest my back on the couch behind me. "Anything else you need help on?" I ask as I rub my eyes.

"Euro. I just need some advice on the outlining part..." I start to grin, which interrupts him. "What's so funny?" Will places his elbow on the back of the couch, propping his arm on it while he places his head on the palm of his hand. He looks so attractive in this position as the lamplight from above shines on his face in the right spot.

"You're procrastinating on them, aren't you?"

He rolls his green eyes around and sighs. "Fine, you caught me. But how do you not procrastinate? It's so hard not to as these outlines are so long and tedious."

"Just think about the day before the outlines are due on how much your hand's going to hurt when you write all of those notes down. That's what keeps me going as I had to learn it the hard way in the second chapter. It still gives me nightmares to this day." I giggle as I start organizing the papers in front of us and placing them in my binder neatly.

"Maybe it's because you don't have enough hand stamina, but we're talking about me here," Will teases with a small wink.

"Who said I didn't have good hand stamina? I have perfect hand stamina. You just didn't see it yet."

"I doubt it." And I forgot that he has a competitive side. Or it could be the large ego. Or both. What did I expect? For him to be perfectly passive?

"Yeah right. You just don't want to admit it."

"There's nothing to admit, though." I then glare into his green eyes that are shining with amusement.

"Fight me," I mutter.

"Excuse me, what was that? You want to fight a six-footer while you're barely reaching five-feet right now," Will says sarcastically.

I groan at him as I put my binders in my backpack. "I could if I wanted to. But I have more important things to do right now. I guess we'll have to postpone that fight later. Sorry to get your hopes up," I sarcastically pout at him.

He smirks. "You still haven't answered my question though. How are you going to help me not procrastinate on these outlines?"

I stand up as I sling my backpack over my back, waiting for him to get out of the way. "That's for you to figure out. I'm not going to do your outline. I already have my own to worry about. You have to find the motivation from yourself and ask yourself what grade you want in that class. For sure, I want an 'A', so I am going to start on the outlines as early as possible, no matter what."

Will slowly stands up from the booth, allowing me to slide out. I grab my laptop from the table as he says, "You're right. I will start to think about that from now on." I nod as I slide out of the booth and stand up. "Do you need a ride? I can drop you off at your house if you want?"

I shake my head in denial as I look up at him. He was right: he is very tall as he is towering over me. "It's fine. My house isn't very far from here. You don't need to create such a hassle for me."

He arches his neck to take a look outside. "Ashley, as much as I would allow you to walk by yourself, it's dark outside right now and it would be very rude for me to not give you a ride. I'm still a gentleman after all." Will flashes me a small smile.

Is he worried about me? I raise my eyebrow at him but then stop before I have any second thoughts. "Okay, fine. You have a point. But isn't it illegal for you to drive me back home?" I whisper. I say this because when you recently get your driver's license, the only other companion you can drive is a person that's over 25 years old for the first year.

"Shhhhh. Don't tell anyone." He winks at me. "Just take the kind gesture and pretend it didn't happen."

I can't help but roll my eyes in amusement. As Will starts packing his things up, I can't stop thinking about how nice of a person he is. I would've thought that he was going to be one of those jerks that only knew how to decently play a sport. But no. I was wrong. Totally wrong. He catches me staring at him and I immediately turn away from his gaze.

My cheeks boil at a high temperature and I turn my body towards the exit. I glance around the coffee shop and it seems like there's nobody else. "Okay, let's go. I'm done packing," Will says from behind me.

I start walking forward and he trails me. Opening the door for me, he smiles at me and I hesitate to walk through the door first. I'm usually the person to open doors for others. Finally, I walk through the door and it shuts behind us. Hearing the jingling of keys, Will points them at his car, which lights up as he unlocks it.

Then, I walk towards his car and it finally hit me: this is a Mercedes 2-door white sports car. I close my eyes and sigh. Again, what did I expect? Not only popular but rich as well. How many cliches is this guy breaking in one day? I continue to stand their, dumbfounded until he realizes. Clearing his throat, he asks with a teasing voice, "Are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to get in?"

"S-Sorry. Just shocked. That's all," I reply with a small voice as I open the door to the passenger's seat. I enter the car carefully as I am scared that I might break anything fragile and once I'm in, I close the door. The interior is even more fascinating than the exterior. Most of the interior is made out of beige-colored leather and the roaring of the engine shatters my thoughts.

Will continues to back up the car until he has enough space to move forward. After leaving the parking lot, he asks me, "Which direction?"

"Turn right and then I'll tell you what street to turn right on again."

And we drive into the night in silence.