Gets some free help and maybe more

“What are your conditions?“ Mariah asks.

“First off, I’m hands off to Chad and his goons. Any harassment at all and the deal's off.” You are enjoying putting her in her place.

“Second, I can’t give you any help until next weekend. I have too much going on in my own school work. Now, to help me see where you are so I can figure out what we need to concentrate on, you’ll come to my place on Saturday 8am sharp. Oh, and bring your books, something you don’t mind getting dirty in, and be prepared for an all-nighter,” you continue.

“But John, me and Chad were,” she starts. You raise your hand cutting her off.

“You do want my help?” you ask her plainly.

“Yes,” she mumbles.

“Now next week until finals, you’ll meet with me every night, helping me go about my business,” you finish.

“What sort of business do you have in mind, John?” Mariah asks uncertainly.

“I need to go out to the observatory some, and then I have the science fair for starters . And yes, I expect you to be my date for that. Please wear something nice.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad. Ok, I'll agree to that,” Mariah says ecstatically.

“Those are all the condition that I can think of right now,” you say, not telling her everything.

Mariah nods in agreement, still not knowing everything she was agreeing too, and digs her address book out of her purse.

“My address is the Beach View Marina pier 13, slip 4,” you tell her.

Mariah looks up at you for a long second, then shrugs putting your address into her book.

“Well I'll see you this weekend then,” she says and turns heading out to her car. You stand there admiring Mariah’s well-molded ass, when after taking several step she stops and slowly turns back to you.

“I know, John, you probably won’t believe me, but I’m sorry for what happened last month. Chad talked me into leading you on that way, but I didn’t think things were going to go as far as they did. I know that doesn’t make what I did right, but I thought you should know,” Mariah says to you and then disappears out the door.

Looking at the empty door, you think about last month and everything else her crowd has done to you these last four years. 'Maybe, just maybe, there is a real person there and not just the bitch I’ve believed her to be,' you think to yourself. Then, thinking of your germinating plans for the hot blond, you wonder if you’ll be able to go through with them. 'Maybe, maybe not,' you decide, but only time will tell. With a wry smile head home.