"So tell me more about you, Ashley. We haven't really got the chance to know each other better. I have to know the person who's tutoring me, right?" Will asks me as the waitress from an Italian restaurant takes our menus.

I have to be very careful with my next words here or else I will never forgive myself. I'm still not backing down on the reason why I am want to be invisible, am I right? "Well, what do you want to know about me?" I ask with a small smile.

"Hm, let's start with your hometown. Where was it?"

Is he going to use this information to track where my old high school was and possibly check if I had any affiliation with basketball? I don't think he's going to as he has already a lot of stuff planned for the upcoming season. And plus, he has to worry about CIF's now. This is just a minuscule detail that will definitely brush over his head. "My hometown is San Francisco. I was born in the Bay Area." I laugh a little.

"The Bay Area, huh? I heard it's pretty expensive up there."

"Yeah, it is. But my dad got promoted in his job so his boss moved him to LA to later find a better opportunity over here. So far, I think we're doing okay by settling here. It's only been a couple of months, so there's not much news about moving anymore."

"Well, I hope Grandview is treating you nicely," he says with a big smile.

"It is. It's quite a neighborhood here. But so far, it's been quite nice. Nothing to complain about. And what about you? Where was your hometown?"

"I bet you can guess because of my accent," Will says as he rolls his green eyes in amusement.

I gasp. "No way! You're from Brazil?" I sarcastically ask as I place my hand over my mouth in surprise. "How's the weather down there?"

He starts laughing and props his arm onto the table with his head resting on the palm of his hand. "Yeah, I'm from the U.K. More specifically London."

"I bet it must be pretty over there. You have the Queen there and beautiful forests. You guys have practically everything that's beautiful over there."

Will shakes his head. "It's not always beautiful over there. That's what the news wants you to believe, but there are tons of things going on every day in the streets of London that are just horrifying. That's also partially the reason why my parents moved to the U.S. because they believed that they would earn a better living here. And partially, they were correct."

"So when did you move here?" I ask.

"When I was about thirteen-years-old. Not too long ago. So you can say that I can empathize with what you're going through right now."

"Wow. That really wasn't too long ago. About 4 years?"

"Yeah. It was very hard to move into the U.S. from a different country, leaving all my close friends from the U.K. and having to make new friends here. So instead of saving the headache of wanting to make friends, I decided to continue a hobby of mine: playing basketball. And before I knew it, I made so many friends to the point where I couldn't count anymore."

"Wow, didn't need to flex there, buddy," I say sarcastically as I place my arms flat onto the table and laying my head on them.

"But it's not easy to maintain so many friends. It's almost like a migraine to me. So many people watch you play on the court and think that you're their friend or someone that you know, but in reality, I really do not know these people. I guess being one of the best players isn't really the best for me." Will lays his head on the table too as he gazes at me.

"Well, at least colleges will want you when they see that you won helped the team win two CIF titles and possibly a third one this year. They'll be really impressed and colleges like Duke or North Carolina want you to maybe boost your basketball career even more."

There's a small smirk coming off of his face. "You've done your research, haven't you?"

I smirk back. "I always do my research."

"Well, it would be a dream come true if I were to get into Duke or North Carolina. But, we'll see."

"And I think those kinds of prestigious colleges would like you even more if you were able to get outstanding grades. Not only are you athletic, but you're smart. Wow." I pretend to swoon as I place the back of my hand on my forehead too make it look like I am fainting. Will snorts as he looks away from me. "I mean, who wouldn't want that? Not only colleges, but people want you too! Men and women."

"I'm going to pretend that I don't know you," he remarks as he covers his face with his hand.

"Good, cause I don't want to see your face either." I turn my head away from him sarcastically as I glance somewhere else.

"My face is gorgeous. Who wouldn't want to stare at this beautiful creation?"

"Me, obviously." I continue to observe the restaurant around us. It's mainly constructed with mahogany wood with other vintage Italian paintings hung around it. It gives a feeling of warmth and home. Something I am missing right now. I smile as I finally lay my eyes on Will again. He flashes me a small smile and I roll my eyes.

"You're missing out on this beautiful creation," he jokes as he puts his hood on and pulls on the strings to cover his face.

I laugh. "Yeah right. I'm glad I'm missing out. I was doing fine for the first couple of months not noticing this 'beautiful creation'."

"You're so mean," he says as his voice is muffled by his hood.

"What did you expect from me? To be nice? Then you're talking to the wrong person."

Will then loosens his grip on his strings and his flawless face reappears again. "But I like it. I like straightforward people. Gives me a dose of reality instead of a faceless fantasy."

"You do? That's the first time I have ever heard somebody say that. Most people tend to not like straightforwardness because it makes them feel uncomfortable. They like to hear the good things and I'm okay with that, but sometimes, they really just need a dose of reality to realize what the hell is going on."

"It seems like you get a lot of doses then," he remarks as he still has his hood on his head.

I shrug. "Yeah. Especially after I moved to LA. It's not easy being the new student as everybody can start picking on you because you have nowhere to go for comfort and nowhere to go to talk about what you want to talk about. It's just you versus the world and it's very hard to win those kinds of battles."