My Bad Boy Tutor

I'm failing physics!??!?!?!

Shiloh took a deep breath as she gingerly grabbed the corner of her test page. She hoped the people around her didn't notice that her shoulders were too tense and that her hand was shaking. Not that they would be watching her or anything. Shaking the paranoia out of her thoughts, she flipped the page and looked at the top where her test score was written in red pen: 21/35.

She stared at the numbers a minute too long. She wasn't the best at math but she knew enough about fractions and division to figure out that she had gotten a D. Her jaw clenched when she realized that she just got a D on her physics test. Blinking a few times, Shiloh tried to shrug it off. She stuffed the paper in her backpack, tempted to crumple it up and chuck it in the recycling bin across the room. Leaning back and closing her eyes, Shiloh started throwing her supplies back in her backpack, deciding that she would spend the rest of the class period walking around the halls of Foreman High instead of in Mr. Bolling's stuffy classroom. Just as she about to get up, grab her backpack, and ditch the class, she heard the ring of the bell. What? How long was I sitting there looking at that test? Shiloh shrugged then got up and slung her backpack on her shoulder, but just as she was about to push her way through the door and out of the confining classroom, she heard her name being called.

"Shiloh! Can you come over here for a sec? I have a small favor to ask you." Mr. Bolling called her over with a smile. A favor? from her? What kind of favor could Mr. Bolling expect from someone like her? Then her mind trailed back to the test score she just got. As she approached his desk, Shiloh struggled to keep a neutral expression on her face, even though she really just wanted to get the furthest away from the teacher whose class she was currently failing.

"So, Shiloh. You might have noticed from your recent test score that it seems... that I have not been doing a very good job at teaching you," Mr. Bolling started. Shiloh couldn't tell if he was being spiteful or actually was concerned for her. "Fortunately for you there actually happens to be a student who may be able to help you. Between you and me he actually needs this gig in order to pass this grade..." Again, Shiloh couldn't read Mr. Bollings poker face. Was he trying to guilt her into doing this? Or was he just making it up so it'd be less embarrassing for her to get tutored?

A big part of Shiloh knew she had to accept the offer. She was clearly failing the class and may have to take it again next year if she did. She already knew what her strict parents thought of her grades; and she didn't want to find out if she could make her parents even more disappointed than they already were. But another, smaller part of her could only think about how having a tutor would mean another student got to see her horrendous grade she had in physics. Before the silence between them grew awkward and before she could talk herself out of it, Shiloh painted on a small smile, almost as if she was the one doing a favor for her teacher.

"Sure Mr. Bolling," Shiloh agreed coolly. "Who's the lucky guy?" Shiloh hoped her teacher could pick up the sarcasm behind her words.

"His name is Tristan Oogah, and I assure you he is well qualified to bring your grade up." Mr. Bolling said dryly.

"Tristan?" Shiloh felt her eyebrows raising and didn't bother to hide her surprise in her voice. At least he's hot... She shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, ok, cool. When should we meet?"

"He suggested the library after school." Shiloh nodded, and she was given a teachers note and waved off as Mr. Bollings next period students started filing in at the bell.

Shiloh strolled leisurely to her next class, the teachers note excusing her tardiness. As she walked, Shiloh thought about what Mr. Bolling had just said: In the library after school.

So they already decided on the meeting place? She realized that Mr. Bolling had already asked Tristan to be her tutor before he even asked her if she needed one. The thought made her annoyed for some reason and she found herself biting her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything to point it out.

Time passed quickly and as Shiloh zoned out through the rest of class, fantasizing about Tristan Oogah's shoulders through his tight leather jacket. She snapped herself of it, he's a total douche canoe! Sure, he was hot but on the outside, who knew what was up on the inside. I guess I'll have to find out later...

And so she did. The bell for the last class had rung, and she dragged her feet to the library. While on the way there, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Shiloh! Parking lot's that way, where'ya headed?" It was her senior friend Ballya.

"Uh, I'm kinda failing physics right now, so I'm off to get peer tutored. I'll see you tomorrow though!" I waved her goodbye, but she kept walking with me. Wasn't the parking lot in the other direction?

"Oh? Why didn't you tell me, I could've tutored you! I took it last year."

"Um I don't know, the teacher assigned him to me. Ugh, I can't believe I have to be tutored by Tristan Oogah..."

"Tristan Oogah?! That jackass?! Why is that asshole the one tutoring you? Didn't you tell me that he always skips class? You deserve so much better..."

"Psh I know right. That jackass... Embarrassing..."

They reached the library. "Well this is me...Anyways, don't you have work right after school? I don't want to make you later. Catch ya later?" Shiloh threw some finger guns at her friend

.

"Shore. You better gimme all the deets on the Oogah punk later!"

With her friend gone, nerves started catching up to Shiloh. She could only hope this didn't end with her as his laughing stock or a failing grade in physics.

Well here goes... She opened the door and as she walked around, she tried her best to look cool and casual while she looked for her infamous tutor.

After she checked all the tables, she snaked through all the aisles to no avail. Was she insane, or was he not there? Was he ditching her? She needed this! She was getting madder by the second-- did that douche think his time was more important than hers, just because he was hotter and more popular than she was?!

It must've been ten minutes, and she had decided to work on her physics homework alone, at an empty table. She was toes deep in a Bernoulli problem, her head already hurting, when she felt a warm breath on her ear.

"You're doing it wrong." He pulled the chair out, flipped out backwards, and straddled it. "First of all, you're supposed to convert all the units to meters."

She was mad. She was mad at him, for his lateness, his shamelessness to his lateness, and his blunt attack on her intelligence. This might have given her the shot of boldness she needed to get through this tutoring session.

"Well look who decided to show up. Only..." She checked her phone. "...Only five minutes late." She swore it had been longer than that. She realized that she didn't sound as threatening as she hoped.

He rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I even showed up."

"What? So you think you're a celebrity or something?" She knew that she was being overly difficult, but once mad, it was hard for her to cool down.

"Look, I'm just here so I can pass this class, and I'm assuming it's the same for you. Let's just get this over with. Now convert everything to meters."