"haha! okay! i'll see you tomorrow."
you hang up, and notice chris glaring at you.
"what?"
"what do you mean what? what am i doing?"
"you're staring at me all weird chris. what's up?"
"nothing."
"nothing? cmon."
"seriously y/n! it's nothing."
"chris—"
"i gotta go home anyway. nick needs help with.. something. see you tomorrow?"
"chris!"
"love you!" he shouted as he closed your door.
-
the next day
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"your house? or my house?" you ask your tutor on the phone.
"either one is fine."
"alright. my house it is."
"pleaseee don't tell me you're gonna stay in your pjs again."
"hell yeah i am!"
"calculus isn't exactly 'easy' to learn when you're in pjs."
"yeah right diego. oh! by the way, my boyfriend's coming over this time. is that fine?"
"oh. um, okay. totally fine. i'll be there in a few."
-
the call ended abruptly, making you confused.
you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes, and turn around.
"what the fuck!"
"i couldn't help it." chris laughs.
"chris! when did you get here?"
"when you were on the phone. with that guy."
"ohh."
the doorbell rings, and chris races to get it for you.
"oh. hey. im y/n's tutor."
"ok."
chris leaves the door open, and sits back down with you.
you nudge him since he was being rude, but he didn't care.
"diego! hey!"
"hey y/n."
you pull out a paper from your backpack, and show it to your tutor.
"so i was wondering if we could start on this problem—"
chris snatches the paper from your hands, and gets up from the couch.
"actually, i think i can teach y/n this. you should go home."
"uh.. i don't think you'd get that."
your heart starts to race.
each time chris was about to get into an argument with someone, he'd start to get all aggressive for no reason.
"what i don't get is why you feel the need to tutor y/n on the weekends. weekdays are a thing!"
your tutor, diego, looks at you.
"y/n, you should tell your boyfriend to stop."
"what?!" chris shouts. "you're telling my girlfriend what to do?"
"i just feel like—"
"diego, just go home. i'm sorry. maybe you can tutor me on monday."
"but y/n.."
"you heard y/n. let us have today together." chris says smiling.
"well i think she should be doing calculus right now."
"no," you interrupt. "i think i should be calming chris down right now. you should go home."
"whatever." says diego.
he gets all his stuff, and immediately walks out your house.
"he likes you y/n."
"no he doesn't." you scoff.
"yeah? let's call him up right now."
"no! he's probably pissed off right now!"
chris grabs your phone, and goes to his contact.
"call him right now, and 'confess' that you like him. since you think he doesn't like you."
"oh my god chris, you are so annoying."
"just do it y/n! i'm trying to prove something!"
"okay! fine! i'll prove you wrong."
you call him and he answers immediately, asking you if chris was still there.
you tell him that you told to chris to leave as well, and end up "confessing" to your tutor that you liked him as chris tried to hold in his laughter.
after your "confession", he also confesses, and tells you that he's had a crush on you since he was asked by your math teacher to help you out.
"oh, and um diego? before i go.."
chris takes the phone, and angrily starts to cuss him out for a minute or two.
"—AND, you'd never have a chance with y/n. keep dreaming buddy."
he hangs up the phone, and places it back into your hands.
"told you so."
