Since I Saw Vienna || TntDuo highschool AU

Part 1 (introduction stuff yk basically the prologue)

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Quackity's POV

Math has never been my strong suit. Of course, I'm not alone in that. I've never been the only one who's hated high school math. I'll bet more of the world hates math than the few crazy people who actually enjoy it. After a certain point I just stopped trying. I mean, I'm passing all my other classes, it's getting close to the end of the year, and I'm already a junior so I figured it would be fine.

But I guess I assumed wrong because the school decided to assign me "mandatory tutoring". My parents weren't exactly thrilled when they heard I'd have to stay for up to 2 hours after school. Walking the hallways with my hands shoved in jacket pockets and my backpack slung loosely over my shoulder, I couldn't help but question why I was even here. This whole thing was bullshit. I didn't even know who was gonna be tutoring me.

Usually I'd assume it'd be my math teacher, but he's been out for the past week and no one seems to know why. And I don't trust his sub to be able to teach anyone about any subject, let alone math. I slowly pushed the library door open, trying to make as little sound as possible, just in case the tutor forgot I was coming and I could sneak away unnoticed. But my hopes were set too high. As soon as I stepped into the room, we locked eyes.

It was... another student. Sitting at one of the circular desks in the center of the room, surrounded by papers. I knew him. Well I didn't know know him, but I recognized him. He's a junior as well, we share a few classes.

I've always thought of him as a stuck-up goody two shoes prick with confidence so high it could rival skyscrapers. He sucks up to every teacher he has, making friends with them so they'll give him good grades, and then he parades his straight A's around like it's some grand accomplishment. It's more infuriating knowing the history teacher is his dad. I've always had a strange pent up resentment for him, but I've never actually talked to him. In short, he's the worst possible kind of teacher's pet.

Suddenly, I realized he was smiling at me. A very slight smile, just barely tugging at the edge of his lips. For some inexplicable reason, it makes me angry.

"What?" I snapped, not realizing my own volume until it echoed across the room. He barely reacted, in fact, he looked away from me and back at his papers, as if I hadn't said anything at all.

"You're Quackity?"

My eyes widened. I guess I wasn't surprised that he knew my name, more so confused as to why he had said it.

"Um... yeah?"

He pats the empty seat next to him.

"Sit down." His tone certainly wasn't forceful, in fact he seemed rather calm. Even still I felt like I should probably listen to him, as if he had any power over me. Once I did, he continued. "I'm your tutor for today." I was a bit taken aback by this.

"What?"

He giggled as if the confusion in my tone was somehow funny.

"Well since our math teacher is out right now, some student council members-" I interrupted him with a groan. Of course he was a part of the student council. "What?"

"I'm just not surprised."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he continued to smile anyway.

"Let's just get started shall we?" He collected the papers scattered around him, all of them dotted with monotonous text and equations that blurred together, topped off with a terribly uninteresting font. I sighed and laid my head down on the table, turning it to face him. "Don't fall asleep. This is important for getting your grade up." I decided to ignore him and close my eyes anyway.

"Whaaaaat? What makes you think I'm gonna fall asleep??"

"I've seen you sleep through class before, don't act like you won't." This makes me look up. Once again I'm not surprised that he knows this about me, but hearing him say it is weird. He gently taps the small stack of papers against the desk, straightening them.

"You have?"

"Of course. You do it almost everyday."

I threw my hood over my head and sank back in my chair. Maybe hearing him say it wasn't weird so much as it was just embarrassing.

"Alright! Let's do this." He quickly began to explain whatever strange foreign equations were scribbled on the page. I zoned out after the first couple seconds. His voice was surprisingly nice when I had no idea what he was saying. I'm not really sure what I was thinking about exactly, just anything to keep my mind away from math. After... I don't even know how long, I felt him grab my shoulder, forcing me back into reality. Wow, thanks.

"Hey," I turned to face him, completely disinterested. "Have you listened to anything I've said? Like at all?"

"Not a word." I couldn't help but smirk. He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. After a moment he sat back up, taking the sheet of paper off the top of the stack and sliding it over to me. I briefly glanced at it, noticing the notes hand-written in pencil.

"Ok look, you're not the only one who wants to get out of here, so could you just focus for a little bit so we can get this over with?"

"If you wanna leave so bad why not just end it now?"

"If i do that you'll fail."

I shrug.

"So? I'm gonna fail no matter what. Why do you care whether or not I fail anyways?" To my surprise, this seemed to have caught him off guard. He quickly looks away from me and methodically taps his finger against the desk until he's able to think of an answer.

"Let's just get this over with please."

Surprised by his sudden change in demeanor, I finally decided to just give in and agree. With a loud groan, I scooted my chair slightly closer to his.

"Ok fineeee." His face lit up at my begrudging agreement.

I still had no idea what he was talking about most of the time. Even when I was trying to pay attention I still had no clue what was happening. But I didn't care much about that anyways. I was surprised to find he was not as much of an asshole as I first thought. I actually might've had a good time if we didn't have to do math. I'm still not really sure how to feel about him. But one thing is for certain...

I totally forgot his name.