Summary[Friday Night Lights Don Billingsley doesn't stick to one girl, it's a known fact. Dylan Reyes dislikes popular jocks who have egos that cloud their common sense, also a known fact. But what happens when one cynical outcast and an egotistical football player are forced together? Nothing can happen between them, right?

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my two OC's.

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first FNL fic, and I'm hoping you guys like it. Please review with feedback so I know if people are reading and enjoying.

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Don Billingsley groaned, gripping onto his steering wheel in frustration, as Brian Chavez chuckled in the passenger seat of the car.

"I don't understand why you can't be the one to just tutor me," Billingsley said, and Chavez shook his head. "You're a dick, Chavo."

"Hey, even if I tried to tutor you, you wouldn't listen and just call me a dick," Chavo defended himself. "So, it's better that you get a tutor who won't deal with your bullshit. Who is it anyway?"

Billingsley shrugged, "Hey, you think if it's a girl tutor I can just give her a little something to get out of it?"

Chavo stared at the window, "Sure, sleep with the girl, but what you gonna do if it's a guy? Sleep with him too?"

Don rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Chavo."

"I'm just saying Billingsley," Chavez said, looking at Don as the car stopped. "Just get a C in English and it'll be fine. A few hours of tutoring isn't gonna kill you."

"Yeah," They both got out of the car, and Chavez jumped into the front seat. "You're not the one at school on a Saturday at nine in the fucking morning."

Chavez laughed, "Yeah, I know. I'll go home and sleep now. See you later, ass wipe."

Don Billingsley shook his head, sighed, and looked up at the sun behind his aviator type sunglasses, as he gnawed at this gum. "God, this is hell," He said, turning around to walk into the main building of the school.

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"This is so fucking gay," Dylan Reyes mumbled into her phone, her face against the cold feeling of the school desk. The voice on the other side laughed, and Dylan's head rose, raising an eyebrow, "How is this any way funny?"

"I don't know. You're tutoring someone," Dylan's best friend, Ferris, said on the other line. "You're not the smartest person either. How did you get this job?"

Dylan groaned, "Everybody else in my AP English class is tutoring someone in English or another subject already. I got shanghaied into doing it." Ferris laughed lowly, trying not to let Dylan hear his hysterical fit, "Shut up, Ferret. What are you doing talking to me at nine in the morning anyway? Loser."

Ferris sighed, "I'll pick you up later, then?"

Dylan smiled, "Yes, please."

"Bye, asshole," Ferris said, and Dylan replied with a, "Bye, pansy."

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Lifting his head up, Billingsley perked up, hearing the voice of a female, calling someone a pansy. Poking his head into the room before entering, he peeked at the girl with almost jet black hair, her head dropped back, and stared at the ceiling as she sighed.

Seeing him as she stretched back, she quickly sat up, and stared at him. Don stared, without saying a word, just staring at her small face, porcelain-like tan skin, and her extremely light brown eyes, "Don Billingsley?"

Don nodded, "Don Billingsley."

"Well come on student, let's learn and get this over with," She said, and Don smiled. Maybe his Saturday morning hell sessions wouldn't be so bad if she was his tutor. "First off, I don't wanna be here. I don't think you want to be here either, so if we just cooperate, we can get this done quicker. Sound good?"

Don chuckled, and leaned back into his chair, "Yeah, it sounds really good." He said, as she sat up straight and looked away, surprised at how deep his voice was. "What's your name? How long have you been in our school?"

Dylan looked up, and smiled a little, "Unnecessary questions."

Billingsley furrowed his eyebrows at first, and then nodded with a smirk in tact, as his unknown tutor girl looked through her books.