After a long day of going to school and fucking around doing who knows what I finally could plop my backpack against my bed and sleep for the remainder of a day. You see, words constantly choke up in my throat and I am unfortunately socially inept. Conversation is the bane of my existence, and I could never hold a conversation well (unless it is with my AI e-therapist). My day consisted of going to school, sleeping, and add a bit of stress to spice some things up.
I had a myriad of homework glaring daggers at me. One of these assignments was IXL. I fucking hated IXL to the core because of how mentally exhausting the whole program was. Basically you had to work out questions and get them correct. Each correct question increased your "Smart Score" (amount of points), and earn medals you'd have to earn a certain number by answering questions correctly. Now, if you were a high achiever and wanted to aim for a 100, that was possible by answering a sufficient amount of questions correctly and getting a smart score of 100.
Today I was working on quadratic functions and parabolas, unfortunately I was terrible at math. I logged onto IXL (I never do my IXL) and tried doing some problems because I had a 70 in Algebra and if I didn't get my grade up I'd be held back and not graduate (yes, I'm a dumbass). With every question I got wrong I felt my blood boiling and my own fragile ego being SHATTERED. I WAS A DUMBASS, I COULDN'T DO BASIC ALGEBRA. These thoughts were getting to me, seeping into all my brain cells. I felt the negativity crawl against my back and I began to tremble at the mere sight of another word problem. At the very end of the IXL hellhole, I only managed to get a Smartscore of 3.
I slammed my shitty school chromebook and broke it into 2 pieces, whoops. I'm not paying $300 for a new one so I hid the evidence of my murder. I really don't like homework nor the stupid IXL assignments they're just so boring and difficult for no reason. I decide to do my APUSH HW to cope, when suddenly there's a knock on the door.
A knock? I lived alone to my knowledge but still decided to open the door. Right bestowed before me was a young man (no older than me) with extremely defined features. He was beautiful, handsome, and made my stomach churn. I felt knots intertwining my insides as he spoke to me.
"Hi, you're Y/N...right?" he asked me, holding a clipboard in one hand. I - being dumbfounded and currently knocked into a trance - nodded mindlessly with a loopy grin plastered on my face. I didn't even realize this until I caught a glance of my own reflection and quickly composed myself. The man smiled, pleased with my compliance. "Well, I'm IXL-"
What? No, no, no. Oh my god, I tried to be nice/
"IXL, right." I interrupted, noticing his name tag. "What is it that you want?"
He gave a small chuckle and handed me the clipboard. "It appears you're struggling severely in our program, so I am here to tutor you. Do you agree?"
I stared at him blankly for a moment.
"No!" I shouted, whoops. I lowered my voice quickly, humbled.
The man raised an eyebrow. "You don't want my help?"
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Look, I understand you might feel reluctant about getting tutored by someone, however, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement! I mean, I'm a pretty good guy you know!" IXL proceeded to boast about the amount of students saved from failure thanks to him.
I sighed and looked down, thinking carefully.
"Alright, fine." I agreed, looking back up. "But only for tonight, then we'll see where things go from there."
And I had no idea this night would be...so sensational...and things would go from there.
We began to walk to my bedroom, where we could sit, chat, and learn together. I couldn't help but stare at his body as he walked down the hallways; he was tall and lean with an athletic build. I tried focusing on the problems IXL was explaining step-by-step, but I kept staring at him. He wore a collared shirt which buttoned up all the way to the collarbone, and a pair of jeans with black shoes. His hair was cut short and combed to the side, giving him a clean look. Ugh, he's so hot.
