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He was shirtless, his six-pack and muscular body on display. His eyes were ocean blue, and his wet, curly hair added to his striking appearance.

"James..." Carson mumbled, his voice filled with disdain.

James emerged from the water, picked up a towel from the lounge chair, and dried his face before walking toward Carson.

"Mr. Brown told me you needed help with math," he said, offering a smile, but Carson could only scowl.

Why does he always have to act so perfect? Carson thought, glaring at him.

"Yes," Carson replied, rolling his eyes.

"I’d be happy to help, but not here. I’ll leave my address in your locker, and...