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The Tutor

A/N: This has been re-written twice now lol 😭. This is kinda fast moving but it is a one-shot so yeaa. I apologise for the kinda cringey firstpersonpov/diary style this is written in. Also even tho it doesn't make sense y/n is 18 or over bc I don't wanna be writing illegal stuff ✨✨

I've been doing terribly in school, my parents are always onto me about my grades; it's always 'school' this and 'grades' that. No wonder I hide all my report cards. I don't have the energy to even care about grades, life's hard enough without all the extra unnecessary pressure.

Yesterday I guess my mother finally reached her "breaking point" because she burst into my room, interrupting my very important binge-watching-modern-family-for-hours daily tradition, and said "Right, Y/N, I've had enough. I hired you a tutor. Don't even bother throwing a tantrum, it's paid for and it's happening."
Plus, get this, I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO PUT A SINGLE WORD IN!! SHE JUST SAID THAT AND LEFT! Anyway, that brings us to today; my first lesson with him. His name is apparently Mr. Higgleston or something like that.

I hate having to do things like this. Every time I have to endure awkward social situations like this, some sort of bottomless pit grows in my stomach.

But, I didn't really have a choice, I had to walk into the classroom and get it over with. I pulled the door to the classroom, which was, of course, a push door.

Upon entering the mediocre classroom I was greeted by a tall man wearing a casual dark grey suit with no tie, medium-length hair and a bit of a beard leaning against the large stained wood desk.
When he caught sight of me he took a small step towards me, extending his hand for me to shake. "Hello," He smiled softly, looking down at me. "I'm Tom, it's a pleasure to meet you. You must be y/n..?"

I have to admit, that British accent of his caught me off guard, what can I say; I've always had a thing for British men

I smiled awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, yeah, that's me." I shook his hand, I hate how my tone gets all unsure and wonky whenever I'm nervous.

"Beautiful name." He grinned, turning briefly to grab some stapled together pages from the desk behind him. "Shall we start with some math? I know math always seems like a scary subject to approach but once you get the hang of it, I promise its not that bad." he chuckled softly. I'm sure he noticed the way my awkward smile faded into a put-off sort of scowl at the mention of math. "Yeah, sure." I replied, avoiding making eye contact. I took a seat at one of the normal desks, hanging my black messenger bag decorated with marvel pins on the back of the chair.

He stood next to my chair, the way he was standing over me made me feel so small.
He set the papers down in front of me pointing to question one and telling me to give it a shot, I read the question a few times over but my brain just couldn't decipher what any of it meant.
I ended up spacing out, thinking about American drama TV shows or something, I guess he noticed because he spoke up, explaining the question. As we worked through the questions on the first page, I wasn't able to understand any of them, he ended up having to do a lot of explaining. Probably a lot more than he thought he was being paid for.

I can't really help spacing out in times like these, as he was explaining I just nodded and gave a lazy "mhm" "oh" "right" "ok" every now and then.
After a while, he paused. "Y/N, are you paying attention?" He spoke in a tone much sterner than before, frightening me just a bit. I glanced at him briefly "Yep." I lied, I was not listening. "Alright," he gave a small nod "what did I just say then?" He challenged, crossing his arms. I took a deep breath "Something about math." I guess I was being quite rude, but what does he expect?
He sighed. "Y/N, I need you to concentrate and take in what I'm saying, now lets give these another go." He leaned down, closer to the worksheet.... and to me.