I Don't Need a Tutor; Especially Not a Loser Like You

Transcript

Hey, Mr. Dean, uh, I was told you wanted to see me. Yeah, I'll close the door.

Whoa, you have a couch in your office? Man, this place is cool. Mm-hmm.

I just assumed that this was a positive visit, you know? I did throw the game-winning pass last week, so I just assumed that this was you wanting to congratulate me on being the best quarterback this school has ever seen. What do you mean? Nah, I haven't done anything wrong.

I play the sports pretty good. Classes? No, I go to them.

I'm doing fine. What do you mean? Wait, what? I can't possibly be failing.

I haven't gotten a single F this year. Not even an E. A couple of Ds.

A D- or two, but that's two letters away from F, so I can't be failing. I'm pretty sure I've gotten an E before. Like, I've seen it on a report card.

Yeah, it goes all the way to S. What do you mean? I don't get it.

So you're telling me that whenever I see an E, a G, an N, or an S, it's something different than, like, the regular letter grades? Well, then why are they on the same report card? I mean, I haven't seen them since, like, elementary school, but.

.. Huh? Satisfactory.

Needs improvement. Good and excellent. Man, and here I was thinking that I was doing so much better than the Ss and the Ns now.

So wait, Ds are bad? I can't get Ds? But Ds are, like, the top four out of six.

Oh. So it's only out of five. I get it.

The E's, like, on a separate scheme. Why didn't you just say that? Well, I thought it would be pretty weird if you literally called me in just to explain letters to me.

And if it's not because I'm the best player this school has ever seen, then I'm really confused why I'm even in here. No, you're right. You did say I was failing.

Wait, but, okay, but what's the problem? Since when? No.

I don't think I. .. Oh, you know what? I do vaguely remember Coach telling me something about needing to have, like, a C? A C average to stay on the team or something? I thought the C was for Cap, like, because I'm the captain.

No, I'm listening. Someone to help me? Like a teacher? Because I already have a couple of those, and that's clearly not setting me up where I need to be.

A tutor? No, I don't need a tutor. No, only idiots need tutors.

I'm not that dumb, right? It's not about being dumb. Well, then what is it about? You expect this girl to be my tutor? She doesn't even know your door's always unlocked.

Like, why is she knocking? Yeah, polite shmolight. Listen, Dean, come on, man.

I don't need this dork to tell me what to do. Yeah, I'm sure you're very nice. Whatever.

The boys. The team. The boys.

They'll help me out. It's fine. We're always together anyways.

She probably doesn't even know who won the Super Bowl. Why? Come on.

Yeah, she's really well in all her classes. Who cares? She's not even in all of my classes.

You are? So you're telling me you're in all four of my classes and I haven't noticed you once? Embarrassing.

What does that say about her character? If someone who notices all the guys on the team and knows who to throw the ball to at the right time every time doesn't notice this fucking nerdy bitch over here. ..

I'm not trying to swear, Dean. I'm just. ..

I'm angry, you know? Alright, alright. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to call you a bitch. I'm sure you're very nice. But I know that some of the cheerleaders are also very nice and you know what? They probably.

.. they would help me. I think they would love to help the captain, especially in his hour of need.

Why do I have to listen to this stranger? She doesn't even know who I am. You do not.

There's no way you've been my neighbor for seven years. No, like um. ..

I'm pretty sure there was that uh. .. I guess they didn't move out about seven years ago.

Okay, okay, okay. I'll give her a chance. Dean, you've brought a lot of bad news to me today.

I think we can all agree on that, right? Give me. ..

give me a moment alone with this thoughtful, like sweet, I don't know, with the tutor. Give me a second to just figure out what they plan to teach me and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement. Would that be alright? Ha ha! Anything for the captain! Thank you, Dean.

You're my favorite dean. Even if you weren't the only dean, you'd still be my favorite. It's those suits.

They're just. .. I really like um.

.. they're a good color. Alright, cut to the chase.

What's in it for you, loser? What do you mean? Shut up, okay? Listen.

You might think I'm dumb, but I know that there's no reason for anyone to just go helping another person for no reason. So what are you getting out of this? Yeah, okay, nothing, nothing, whatever.

Listen. If he's paying you, I'll pay you more. I.

.. I've got a good scholarship. My family's pretty well off.

Like, come on, I'm gonna make state at the end of the year. It's fine. I'm not worried about money.

Oh, so you come to the games. You just want to help out the star quarterback, is that it? Yeah? You obsessed with me or something? Well, I don't know.

A second ago you were talking about how you're in all my classes and you live next door to me and. .. Listen, I'm smart.

I can intrude too. What do you mean, infer? Listen, stop trying to confuse me.

No. Why are you squirming? You know what? I.

.. I'm not sure I'm a fan of your tone. I think you think you're smarter than me.

And you can just pull out words like in fear like I'm just gonna not know what they mean. And then you go correcting me like that. Stop.

Listen, teacher's pet. So if he's not giving you money and you're not obsessed with me, then what's the point? Why would you dedicate your time to trying to help me? You are obsessed.

You just want to be around me. That's it. I can.

.. I can tell. No, you stay there.

You stay sitting. You're just a big slut, aren't you? That's it.

You're hoping that you'll be able to get me alone and then I'll just fuck you. You just want to fuck the quarterback. Yeah, you do.

Why else would you dress like that if he didn't want it? If he didn't want me to talk to you like this? Such a short skirt.

Low-cut shirt. You're practically begging me to put my hand in your shirt, aren't you? Yeah, you are.

Your nipples. .. Your nipples are so hard.

I can see them through your shirt. Through your bra. Let me come around you.

No, stay sitting. I can practically see straight down your shirt. Let me just put my hand.

.. Oh, they really are hard. And look at you.

Not even stopping me. Just squirming in your seat. You like this, don't you? This is exactly what you wanted.

So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to give you what you want. And then you're going to tell the dean that I don't need tutoring.

That I'm smart. And that I can intervene all kinds of phrases. Why do you keep saying infer? I don't know that word.

I've never heard anyone say infer before. Uh-uh, don't tell me what I meant, okay? I know what I'm saying.

And I know that you're just trying to distract me from playing with these pointy nipples. Teasing them softly. Why are you even holding the moans back? I can feel you breathing heavily on my neck anyway.

I know you're liking this. Besides, it's not like I can't see your pussy juice dripping down your fucking leg. What, did you think you could hide it by crossing your legs like that? Please, with a skirt that short I can see everything.

Oh, you're not wet? Alright. Spread your legs then.

Spread your legs and prove that you're not wet. If you're going to try and be my tutor, the least you can do is try and be honest with me. Then you're lying.

Well, if you won't prove it, then it's obviously because you're trying to hide something. So you were lying. Get up.

Get up. Come here. Bend over the desk.

If you're not going to show me, then I'm going to see for myself. I'm just the kind of guy I am. A smart guy, looking for his own answers, who doesn't need a tutor.

Oh, you're fucking dripping. You're so wet. Look at you.

You're a fucking mess. Hmm. Honestly.

And you just lied to me like that? Like I'm some kind of idiot? Like I don't know what wet pussy looks like? Please.

I'm the quarterback. Hmm. You know what? You need to be punished for this.

Hold your skirt up. I said hold it. That's it.

I'm going to spank you for lying to me, and then I'm going to make you come on my tongue, and you're going to tell the dean that I don't need you. Why would anyone need you? You're going to have to be quieter or he's going to come back in.

That's right. Good girl. It seems you can listen.

Okay. Now let me deal with this mess you thought you can hide from me. Hmm.

Mmm. I'll admit. Mmm.

You taste mmm. A lot better. Mmm.

Than most of the girls I've eaten out before by. Mmm. That doesn't mean I'm not just still going to make you come right here, right now.

Oh. Oh no. Mmm.

Oh fuck. Mmm. You're fucking delicious.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Ha. Mmm. Don't you want to suck on your lips? Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Ha.

Ha. Mmm.