You and Wilbur are blatant opposites, in everything. You're popular, hot, overly confident and with an inflated ego, constantly outside and extroverted. He, on the other hand, was a nerdy guy, who mostly stayed quiet in class and the student with the best grades on campus.

Wilbur only wanted to help you with the homework and the class work; the rest of it was agreed.

You finally accepted there was no deal at all, and you decided to start letting him have you on your own time, and it was not about the work due. You weren't proud of it, but you kept it secret, plus Wilbur had your grades flying up in no less than a week.

By the time you were on his bed, in his room, he was getting there, drooling and moaning, relatively pathetic, and you needed no essay due to be here.