Title: Two-Star Tutor (based on an original book I was working on at the beginning of this year)

Ships: Coliel (yes, that is the main ship for this book); I'm sure Jaya will show up somewhere; Kailor

Main characters -

Seliel: A spoiled, sassy brat who actually uses her brain. I sort of wanted Skylor to replace the main character in my original story, but Seliel makes a little more sense in the context. She's a senior in high school.

Cole Brookstone: Seliel's all-around nice guy of a tutor. He's not a nerd, but he's not popular, either. He likes kids. He's a senior in high school.

Everett: An OC (gasp) who exists for the plot. He's well-rounded, since he was from my original book

Snippet from this AU:

***(Seliel's POV)***

I don't want to sound cliché, but if a girl wants to survive in high school, she's got to adhere to certain rules. Like, don't date your best friend's ex, don't party with the wrong crowd, and keep your priorities straight. I say again:

1. Do not, under any circumstances, date the boy who broke your bestie's heart. Or, the guy whose heart she broke. They mean the same thing in a woman's mind: Off limits.

2. Don't hang with the kids who pick their noses or host rowdy parties. Enough said.

3. Don't forget the important stuff: Appearances, a social life, keeping the handbag collection updated...I think that's everything. Oh, personal hygiene definitely belongs on there.

According to my dad, I have that last one botched. His words, not mine. I guess a "D" four weeks into British Literature is considered a bad thing. I consider it a bad thing that I'm forced to read about ankle-length skirts and chamber pots.

I mull over using this in my argument, but dad doesn't look like he's open to discussion right now.

"I'm getting you a tutor until you can raise your grade to an A." He pops a fortune cookie in his mouth, as though he's not having the most life-altering conversation ever with his beloved daughter.

I blink at this. "Um, what?"

Dad's lips tighten into a perfect line. And I mean perfect. The Air Force will be calling him up to use those lips as a template for plane runways.

"Seliel, you have to raise your grade in British Lit to an A. We've already talked about the personal responsibility involved in paying your own way through college."

Well, "talked" may not have been the right word. At the beginning of my junior year in high school, my dad asked me whether I wanted him to pay half my college fees or buy me my first car. I think the idea was to get me to wait and eventually receive more money – I have a feeling my little pink Smart Car cost a lot less than half my college will. But dangling some snazzy wheels in front of a girl is really too much temptation. My dad should've promised me the beat-up minivan instead. At least I might've had a chance.

"Are you even listening to me?" my dad exclaims.

For the man who made me wait until I was twelve to get my ears pierced, he has a lot to learn about patience.

"Yes, I am listening," I promise him. I guess I'm going to have to be the big girl in this argument. "I understand your concerns about my grades. However, I don't see how that necessitates a tutor." That totally violates rule number two: I can't hang out with nerds. Plus, I know plenty about the British. I know that Colin Firth was yummy back when he played in Pride and Prejudice.

Dad sighs, but seems to calm down. "You need a tutor because you need someone to help you focus on your work. I –"

"I'm doing fine in all my other classes," I cut in.

"You mean the two other classes you need to graduate? With how much free time you have, I should be expecting a side job or charity work in addition to stellar grades. Instead, I'm asking for a 90% in all three classes. Is that too much? Last semester, you took six courses and participated in the school play."

Well, I didn't have a boyfriend last semester, but I'm not going to let dad make that connection.

"What I'm saying, Seliel, is that tutoring will help you stay on track with at least one of your classes. And maybe it'll be good for you to hang out with someone new."

Dad isn't a big fan of my friendships, for some reason, but I think my friends really get me. We have the same interests – shopping, Instagram-ing, and boy-watching.

"Do you know the Brookstones from church?"

"The...who?"

"The Brookstones, Seliel."

I squint. "I think so?"

"They have a son who's around your age. He goes to your school – Cole Brookstone."

I do not know who that is, and that doesn't bode well for my future. Um, rule number two, the one about hanging with the wrong crowd, is in danger!

"Cole tutors, and he finished British Lit with flying colors. He's going to be working with you, starting Monday morning at 8:30."

"Um, no, he's not."

I have a great argument for that. "Since I'm dating Everett and all, do you think it's a good idea to be hanging around other guys?"

Dad rolls his eyes. Man, I'd get in serious trouble if I disrespected him that way. "Your boyfriend's in no danger, Seliel, trust me. This is just for tutoring. Besides, you spend too much time around Everett, anyway. You should hang out with other guys, too – some who are a little less...shallow."

Yep. Because my dad doesn't really like me having Everett as a boyfriend, but he thinks I should learn these things for myself. At least I get to date him, though.

"Everett isn't shallow. He brings me flowers on our dates and texts me every night. That's thoughtful, not shallow." She makes it sound like he only cares what I do for his image. And honestly, he's improving my social status a lot more than I'm improving his.

***Thoughts?***