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virgin,” he asked, but it sounded more like a statement as he stepped closer to me.
     
     
    “And you’re really here on DUI charges,” I countered, thrusting an extremely heavy box at him. He barely winced, even though I knew I got him right in the gut.
     
     
    “Feisty,” he commented, flipping a wisp of pale blonde hair out of his eye.
     
     
    I shook my head.
     
     
    What torture!
     
     
    “You still gotta tutor me, Ms. Price,” he states, grabbing a box from my hands before I had the chance to heave it at him.
     
     
    He’s not as dumb as he looks…
     
     
    “Well, how do you think you did on the test?” I muttered, passing him a mat.
     
     
    “I failed,” he put it simply. He folded the mat and threw it up over our heads to the top of the metal shelf. I ducked, covering my head. But it stayed put up there.
     
     
    I glared at him, and he shrugged.
     
     
    “You had my list for a whole day, and I’m guessing you didn’t even give it a once-over,” I judged, passing him another mat.
     
     
    He folded it over and threw it up again; I still ducked, just in case it slid back down. It didn’t.
     
     
    He laughed. “Nope.”
     
     
    “It’s not funny.”
     
     
    “Yeah, I know,” he said, putting on a very convincing serious face, “You better work some magic, because my dad came home, and he isn’t happy.”
     
     
    “You act like that’s my fault,” I snapped, tossing him the last mat. It was a pathetic move, because he didn’t catch it. We both ended up bending down to pick it up.
     
     
    “Smooth move,” he muttered, folding the mat, “He’s the reason why I wasn’t here on Friday. He got back from a business trip down in Brazil, and he was super pissed after my stepmom told him about my DUI.”
     
     
    “Stepmom?” I asked, letting the question slip before I could think twice.
     
     
    “Yeah, my mom divorced him when I was like seven. Anyway, I really need to get good marks this year… on just about every subject, but mainly creative writing. Sawyer’s harsh, and you can’t just copy someone else’s work for that class. She’ll notice,” he sighed.
     
     
    I smirked. “I don’t think I have to inform you that copying anyone’s work is wrong. A s soon as we finish organizing all this stuff, we’ll work on the vocabulary.”
     
     
    I picked up another mat.
     
     
    “Ok.” He grunted, heaving the mat up with the others.
     
     
    Just as I turned to pass him a fourth mat, I heard material sliding and looked up just as two of the mats fell on top of us. They hit a few of the objects on the shelves on opposite sides of each other in the small room, causing them to fall, as well.
     
     
    “You dumbass,” I growled, shoving the mats off of me and standing up. I rubbed my bruising arm, and glared at him menacingly.
     
     
    He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head a little.
     
     
    “No need to curse, Em,” he smirked, picking up the mats and sliding them under the shelves.
     
     
    “You didn’t think of that in the first place?”
     
     
    “Don’t pin this on me, you’re the one with the brains here,” he huffed, picking up a few baby dolls and dropping them in the box.
     
     
    He’s using a compliment to make me feel guilty now?
     
     
    I found a few dolls in the far corner and went over to pick them up. I felt his eyes on my butt as I did so, and self-consciously turned to the side so he has less of a view.
     
     
    “ Aww,” he whined.
     
     
    I threw a baby doll at him, but to my dismay he ducked, letting it hit the wall.
     
     
    “Hey!” he called, “Easy there, Em. Babies need to be handled with care.”
     
     
    “Are you speaking from experience?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I threw another baby into the box.
     
     
    He glared at me, and this time I got to laugh.
     
     
    “You’re just jealous I have experience.”
     
     
    “Is that what they call it now?” I muttered, picking up the box and trying to