When Chennelle was asked to tutor Ian Donahue, she knew there would be trouble. She just knew it. If only she knew just how right she was. • I bit my lip, searching for a way to say no. This will probably bring me a lot of drama and stress. I'm actually doing pretty good on my own. Okay, that was a freaking lie but it doesn't change the fact that helping him was in no way a good idea. I was just about to pass on the offer when he gave me a big grin, obviously expecting me to say yes. Being the pushover I am, I said, "Sure, Ian. I'd be happy to help you with math." "Thank God," he sighed happily, his grin extending until it reached the end of his face. It even made my lips twitch up a little. "You don't know how much this means to me." "It's no problem," I lied, shrugging my shoulders as if this wasn't the worst choice I could ever make.