oven x reader: good boy gone bad

Chapter 1: the boy at the front of the class.

Oven was not someone who crossed your mind very often. The only thing about the scrawny boy that would draw your attention was his sudden flinching at the smallest sounds that would bounce across your classrooms. The light clinking of test tubes, the low hum of chairs being dragged around the room, and especially the the droning ding of the lunch bell, would all bring you a sudden burst of amusement as the 5'2 student would jump in his seat like a dog during a thunderstorm. You may not have even noticed these mannerisms if you didn't sit behind him in every single class. By some stroke of luck, no matter if it was history, english, or algebra you always saw his round, brown hair slightly blocking the white board. 

        You had been barely scraping by without failing in your classes this year except for one F in your most dreaded class of all: chemistry. And on this fine day the gods must have smiled upon you, becuase your teacher blessed you with the best combination of words you could hear: "group project". An assignment, worth 30% of the semester grade, that you don't even have to work on! without hesitation, you tapped Oven on the shoulder and asked if you could be partners which he accepted with a shrug. He clicked away at his computer, making the presentation on the periodic table or something, while you watched Youtube and sat back in your desk, before falling asleep for a short moment. Out of curiosity, you decided to check up on Oven's s work, he nodded after you asked to see it and turned his laptop around, revealing... the single worst presentation you have seen in your entire life. You spend every day in class throwing pencils at the ceiling, but even you can tell that whatever he put down in this trainwreck of ugly fonts and mispelled elements isn't going to get you an A, let alone make you pass. A smirk made its way around Oven's cheeks, "what is it? is it alright?" he said in a piercing tone of voice. "What the fuck, are you trying to fail this class too!?" you respond, in a mix of anger and confusion. Oven responds in the same piercing voice with"I already have an A in this class and I could easily make up the grade if I asked, so this has no real effect on me". "So you're just going to make me fail this class for no fucking reason?", you say getting angrier by the second. "Of course not" Oven says, "but I'm not fixing the presentation until you can actually understand what's in it. Come by my house on Sunday, and I'll try to help you out". And as much as you don't want to do this, if you fail this class you know exactly how your mom will react, and after 7 hours of school, another fourty minute lecture about how you're a failure is the opposite of what you want to hear, so with a sigh you agree to meet Oven before he walks off to 7th period; And as you leave that dusty classroom you have learned 0 things about chemistry, but you have learned one thing about Oven: he's a tricky little shit.