One shots

The Tutor (F×M) 🌶

ʰᵉʸ ʸ'ᵃˡˡ- ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ʸᵉᵗ⁻⁻ ᵀᵂ  ᵖᵃⁿᶦᶜᵏ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʰᵃʳᵐ

I had high hopes for my academics this year. I was gonna do well in school. I would balance my school, work, and personal lives perfectly, get the grades I wanted.

That is, until I heard about the 5,000 dollar trip over the summer.

I really wanted to go, so I started spending all my free time working. A few forgotten study dates turned into nearly failing grades in three of my classes. Math, History, and Physics.

All of which I hate.

Those events got me here- sitting in front of my guidance counselor.

He sighs as he sets down my file. "Okay, so what are your concerns with your grades?"

I shrug. "If I don't have above a C in all of my classes, my parents aren't allowing me to go on the trip."

"Okay..." He looks down at my sheet again. "And you don't think you can do that within the rest of the semester?" I shake my head, looking down. He's making me feel stupid. "Alright, do you want me to set you up with a tutor?"

"Is there any other option?" I ask. I don't want people to know how much I'm struggling.

Instead of answering my question, he continues. "I'll set something up and email you the details later. Thank you for coming to see me."

"Yeah, thank you." I reply, getting up.

I walk out of the room, immediately running into my friend, Jenna. "Hey Addy. What was that about?" She nudges her head back toward the room as I fall into step with her.

I shrug. "I think just a random check in. It was nothing."

~~~~~

I reached the library at 3:51. Despite being 9 minutes early, someone is already sitting at the table I'm supposed to go to.

"Uh, hi." I greet awkwardly as I approach. "Are you Noah?"

"Mm-hm." He hums, clearly disinterested.

"Cool, cool." I mumble as I sit down across from him. He doesn't look up from his own work, so I begin to pull mine out. "I'm uh, I'm Adaline."

"I know."

I blink at him, shocked by his standoffish character. I expected some nervous, fumbling nerd that would blush at the slightest glance from someone of the opposite gender. "O-kay then."

We sit in silence, him doing work and me staring blankly at mine. I don't understand this shit.

Promptly at 4 p.m., he shuts his book and looks up at me. Holy hell is he hot... "Let's get one thing straight. I was hired to help you with school, not be your best friend. We will come, do work, and leave. I don't wanna know about you or see you outside of these sessions."

I stare at him for a few moment, noting how my eyes were watering at his harshness. "Okay." I mutter, looking down at my work again and tilting it towards him. "How do you do this one?" I deflect from my embarrassment.

"Good. Let me see."

~~~~~

I've been working with Noah for a little over a month now. He's still just as much of an asshole, but my grades have shown some improvement.