"I can't fail this class." Katrina grumbled lowering her head to cover up her grade. She been all around blessed for most of her life, she'd been born into a well to do family, not rich by most standards but well enough off that her parents had given her a car when she turned sixteen. A combination of genetics and an obsession with staring at sweaty boys in the gym had given her an impossible body. Unlike most big breasted blonde babes Katrina wasn't a bubble headed bimbo. Those girls had barely gotten through geometry, Katrina was about to fail trigonometry and ruin her chances of getting into an Ivy League College.
Of course as soon as she'd started having trouble with the class she'd tried studying harder but she'd apparently reached her limit in mathematics. She'd tried cheating but other than the one time when she managed to get away with a custom double sided print of a Coke bottle that required her to tip the bottle far enough to reveal the answers she hadn't come up with a method clever enough to get past Mr. Simmons, and that plan wasn't one she could risk often. She'd tried dropping a few hints with the teacher and it probably would have worked the year before. He was already under investigation for supposedly sleeping with one of the cheerleaders from before. The only reason he was still on the job was because there was no proof and both of them had denied that anything had happened. It basically came down to one student who claimed he'd seen her leaving the classroom during his free period and that there was no way she'd managed to get a C in Trig. The point was that he wasn't taking any chances and had gone so far to make the point that any time she flashed him even the slightest hint of pussy he sent her to the office for inappropriate clothing.
Sadly that left only one option. She needed a tutor and there was only one place to find a tutor, at least one that was going to get her through Trig. The Math Club. The lowest of the low in the High School hierarchy, worse even than the Chess Club. There was the mild advantage that their Math Club were nearly legendary, in the last ten years they'd made the nationals every single year and they'd won two years running.
When Katrina had walked in wearing her black mini tee with the purple heart stretched across her ample bosom each head had snapped up from anything else and focused on her. She knew how she effected men, it wasn't an accident that she'd chosen her knee high stiletto boots. She'd been told that the echo of her boot falls were enough to get a man rock hard. The pleated skirt was actually a decent length ending mid way down her thighs, even if she leaned over to touch her toes it wouldn't quite reveal her but she was banking that the Math Club had a lot of cross over with the Anime Club and being dressed like something out of Sailor Moon would get her that extra bit of attention that she needed.
They had practically spilled over themselves to talk to her, even the girls. It wasn't everyday that a popular girl bothered to speak to any of them. She'd had her pick of the litter and after explaining her situation had chosen Bobby Newman.
Bobby was captain of the Mathletes and had passed Trig with an A in his junior year. Over the summer he'd taken two college level math classes and had been invited, not accepted but invited to Harvard, Oxford, Yale and Cornell. He wasn't that hard on the eyes either, he was almost six feet tall, so he had to look up at Katrina which was sort of cute. He was well built, apparently one of his math exercises required actual exercise, something about a strong mind and healthy body. Either way he would have looked at home on the wrestling team or track. Basically any sport that didn't require you to be tall. He had brown hair that he let grow down to his shoulders and big brown eyes like a puppy. He was a bit of a fashion disaster heavily favoring shirts with half dressed anime characters who Katrina couldn't name but over the three weeks that she spent with him she'd learned to tolerate him.
He was more than just brilliant, he was a genius. Half the time Katrina felt like he was something out of a comic book. A Lex Luthor kind of guy, somehow when he explained even the most complicated formulas to her she could understand exactly what he was talking about. If her teacher was half as smart as Bobby was there wouldn't be anybody failing his class. Three weeks and a lot of extra credit was all it took to get her back to the C that she desperately needed.
