Phan Oneshot Collection

Tutoring

Word Count: 3572

Phil's POV

I burst into the classroom gasping for breath and stared at the people surrounding me for a moment with wide eyes.

"Why are you late?" The teacher asked from behind her desk, not even looking up at me as she continued clicking away on her computer.

I blushed and started rambling nervously, knowing what I was doing but unable to stop myself. "My bus was late and then when I got here I kind of went into the wrong class and didn't realise until the teacher started handing out physics sheets and then when I put my hand up to leave she asked me a physics question and wouldn't let me go until I answered it and I couldn't answer it and she started yelling at me and -"

The teacher cut me off impatiently, "There's a free seat over there, I suggest you stop talking and sit in it."

"Yes miss," I mumbled back, heading towards the seat she'd indicated with my head down.

Once I'd gotten settled in my seat and gotten out my calculator and pen I looked around at the others, wondering what we were meant to be doing. They were all hunched over various sheets of paper, so I looked down at my desk and pulled the exercise sheet towards me, staring at it when I saw the questions. I had no idea what any of it meant. Literally nothing looked familiar, so I glanced to the side at my neighbour, slightly panicked.

"What are we meant to do with these?" I hissed at him quietly, tapping the sheet with my pen.

"Feed them to your pets, obviously," he muttered as he glanced at me and rolled his eyes a little. "You're meant to answer the questions moron, how hard is it to figure that out?"

He turned back to his work, blond hair falling forwards into his eyes. He was cute but clearly also a complete douchebag, so I sent him a scowl he didn't see and went back to trying to decipher the weird equations.

It became clear very quickly that unless I managed to swap brains with someone there was no way I was going to be able to answer any of these. I didn't even know how to begin answering the questions that were only worth one or two marks, let alone the ones worth seven or eight, so instead I turned my attention to a quickly expanding doodle of flower vines twining together and twisting between the questions intricately. I focused all my attention on only that for the rest of the lesson in an attempt to ignore the fact that I was one day into college and already doomed to fail at least one of my subjects.

Unfortunately I was so focused on my doodle that when the teacher came around to collect in the papers I didn't notice until she was stood in front of me and clearing her throat loudly.

"Even if you were late and missed the instructions, I don't believe any teacher has ever asked any student to draw flowers on a test paper, so would you mind explaining why you've answered none of the questions and instead covered the page in doodles?"

I felt myself automatically recoil a little, and just shook my head at her, lifting my shoulders in a shrug.

"You might want to seriously reconsider if you should doing maths at A Level," she said with a slight smile.

She started to move away to collect the rest of the sheets and I was vaguely aware that most of the class' eyes were glued to me, but that smile made something in me tighten and snap and I felt my mouth open without my permission.

"I won't need to, thanks."

My heart seemed to miss a beat as I waited for her to turn around and use her evil teacher powers to behead me for snapping back, but she just kept collecting sheets and barely glanced in my direction.