Okay, I've been missing 8 Simple Rules a lot lately, because it's not on TV at all anymore, so I decided to write a fan fic. I've always felt bad for poor CJ, he could never get a girl, so well, read and find out. Also I don't think teachers tutor students at their own homes but in this story they sort of do. Oh and one more thing, in the show CJ is 32, but in this he's only 25. He can pass for that right? R&R's are very appreciated.

Flashback

I knocked on the door, and stood staring at the ground until I heard someone on the other side. CJ Barnes stood there looking at me, then he smiled.

“Come to say goodnight?” he asked playfully. We’d been dating for four months, and we were best friends before that.

“No, I came to say goodbye,” I said frowning. His smile dropped and he stepped aside to let me into the house. He was alone again as always.

“What do you mean goodbye? You’re not breaking up with me are you Olivia?” he asked, concern taking over his features. I grabbed him and started crying into his shoulder, he held me tight for a minute and then led me over to the couch and sat me down beside him. “What’s wrong? It can’t be good please just tell me now.”

“We’re leaving, we’re moving to Florida CJ, I’m going to be so far away from you. I don’t want to leave you but I have to, I don’t have a choice!” He didn’t say anything, just hugged me again.

“When are you leaving?” He sounded like he was scared to ask. I sucked in a breath, he smelled like marijuana, just a slight, slight scent leftover from whenever the last time was he had a joint. I didn’t care that he did it, but he respected that I didn’t do it and wouldn’t do it around me. I didn’t mind the smell at all; truth is I actually liked it

“We’re leaving... tomorrow,” I said. Despite my bawling my eyes out he just took my shoulders and smiled. Then he kissed me, just like any other normal time we were hanging out alone at his house. But this time he was pushing me onto my back.

“CJ!” I said pulling back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, I mean, this’ll be our first time, my first time...” I let the sentence hang.

“We don’t have to,” he said starting to lean back.

“No,” I pulled him back down, “I want to.”

End Flashback

That was the last time I’d seen him, 9 years ago. We had emailed and talked through phone calls for a year, but when I turned 18 - and after two years of living in Florida - decided to move again, we lost touch completely. I moved to Little Rock, Arkansas and went to University to become a teacher; I lived there for 6 years. Soon after that I moved yet again, to Detroit, Michigan for a job I had obtained there as a teacher.

The first few days didn’t go too well, I taught math, and kids just don’t like math. I was trying to explain the Pythagorean Theorem, when a girl sitting in the back row burst out laughing. I looked down at the seating plan on my desk to see what her name was.

“Miss Hennessey? Would you mind facing the front and paying attention for once please?” I asked her as nicely as possible. She replied by flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder and snapping her gum.

“But this is boring.” What a statement.

“I don’t particularly care if you think it’s boring or not. If you don’t have the grade I think you’re capable of I can take you out of any extra-curricular activities you may have planned.” I replied, trying to sound strict although it was difficult when I wasn’t much older than half of the students at the school. Her eyes widened at my threat and she sat up straight and tried to look interested. Ten minutes later I caught her giggling with her friend at the back, and again I warned her. Not even five minutes later I caught her using her cell phone, and decided right then and there that it would be three strikes, then principal’s office.

“Bridget Hennessey, can you please head over to speak to Principal Gibb? I’m sure he’d love to hear all about what you’re texting to your friends in other classes.” She snapped her phone shut and walked out the door, surprisingly she didn’t give me attitude.

An hour later when class was over I went to see Principal Gibb. Bridget was still sitting in the chair outside the office, when I walked in she looked up.

“Hey Miss Martin, I’m sorry about what I did in class, I should really be listening I suck in math,” she apologized while staring at the floor.

“If you think that Bridget then why don’t you pay attention?”

“I don’t know, maybe it’s because I just don’t understand it at all no matter what, so I just don’t want to hear about it anymore,” she told me.

I couldn’t think of anything to tell her. “Do you have a tutor? Do you want one?” I asked.

“My Mom can’t really afford a tutor right now. Our Dad passed away a few months ago, and my Grandpa and cousin both moved in, let’s just say Grandpa likes to eat and my cousin can’t get a job no matter how hard he tries,” she said rolling her eyes.

I looked around the office. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, was it even right for teachers to do this? “I could tutor you if you want to get your grade up. But it’d have to be after school, I don’t have any time to do it during.”

She looked up at me; it looked like the slight mention of her father’s death had ruined her day. “Yea, I think I’ll do this for my Mom, I’ll try. Do we have to do it somewhere? I’m sure my Mom wouldn’t mind you coming to our house to tutor me... even though you’re a teacher.”

“Okay, it won’t be uncomfortable having a teacher at your house?” I asked.

“Nah, you’re young, and you seem cool, it’s fine... uhm, can I go now, before I have to talk to Gibb?”

“Does he even know you’re out here?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, and I don’t know what he’s doing in there but I’ve been waiting for a while, I think he forgot about me.”

“Well okay, you can go I’ll tell him I spoke to you if he asks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about the tutoring.” I said as she stood.

“Hey, maybe I can set you up with my cousin, he’s older,” she said to me. “He needs a woman.”

I smiled slightly. “Uhm thanks Bridget, but I think I’ll pass.”

“Whatever, you’re probably not missing much,” then she leaned in a little closer and said quietly, “he’s a bit of a loser anyways.” I laughed and she waved before running out of the office.

Just after she’d left Principal Gibb stepped out of his office and looked around. “Bridget?”

“Oh Principal Gibb, I spoke to her, I let her go, I hope that’s alright,” I told him.

“Oh yea that’s fine, to tell you the truth I just remembered she was out here, so thanks,” he said.

“No problem, I’ll see you later then, bye,” I waved before also walking out of the office.