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ROOM 307

4:17PM. Day One.

Harry was assigned to be Zeeke's tutor, when Harry walked to 307 he kept his head down. He looked down at the tiled floor as the other students were walking out of the building. He only glanced up a few times to make sure he was going the right way.

He walked into the classroom, fixing his glasses to look for Zeeke.

"Hello?"

Zeeke was messing with his hands, scattered papers and pencils on his desk. There was a teacher packing up her stuff in the corner, she turned around to meet Harry. "Ah- Yes! Hello Harold!" Her smile was warm, she clapped her hands together as she walked to him.

"I-It's Harry.." Harry avoided the teachers eyes as he looked through his books and folders filled with papers. Making sure he had everything he needed.

"Sorry.. Harry." She frowned as she looked at him,

"Well, this is Zeeke. You will be tutoring him like I said in class." The teacher turned around to look at Zeeke who was looking at Harry.

Zeeke waved at Harry, smiling. Harry fixed his glasses again as he walked towards Zeeke.

"Uh, hey Zeeke.. I'm Harry." Harry placed his books on the desk next to him, he turned around to meet Zeeke with a handshake, smiling.

Zeeke waved at Harry, returning the handshake. "Hi.." Zeeke whispered, avoiding Harry's eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Zeeke let go of Harry's hand. He looks down at the mess of papers and pencils in front of him, he scratches his neck awkwardly and grabs the papers to fix them, he proceeds to grab the pencils and organizing them in a specific order.

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Zeeke sits down, slouching in his chair. Tapping his foot, and clasping his hands together, his hands as well being placed on the table. There was a loud silence between the two as Zeeke looks around the classroom before looking back to his desk.

"Um, so.. what do you wanna start with?" Harry interrupts Zeeke's train of thought with the worst question that could be asked. Zeeke sighs at the question, flipping through the sheets on his table. He finally finds a sheet that seems easy enough and pulls it out the pile, placing it beside the now scattered pile of papers.

"How about this? I think its science." Zeeke truthfully hated science, but sometimes it'd be pretty easy. That also explains why he had a C in the class.

"Okay, I can work with that." Harry looks over the paper and nods, he could easily answer each question on the paper.

Harry helps Zeeke with his science work, getting at least 2 pages done. The two were there for a total of 2 hours just doing that. Zeeke could've done more but there was a lack of communication in the two, in which that was replaced by tension in the air.

"How about we do.." Harry flipped through the other pages of unfinished work, "Math?" Harry took out a stapled packet.

"Uhh.. Sure.." Zeeke whispered, looking down at his fingers, fidgeting with them.

"..What? Say that again.?" Harry looked at him, confused.

"Sure.." Zeeke said louder, looking at Harry, grabbing the paper and writing his name on it.

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After a few hours of work, Harry and Zeeke finally finished for the day. Zeeke was exhausted, his eyes drooping. He yawned before looking at Harry nervously.

"So.. uh, see you next session?" Zeeke scratched his neck awkwardly, he avoided eye contact with Harry.

"Yeah, uhm. See you." Harry stood up and packed his things, waving at Zeeke before rushing out the door.

Zeeke couldn't help but feel something for Harry, he brushed it off. He packed up his things and walked out the door.

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7:32AM. Day Two.

Harry was turned on his side on his bed, he peeked his eyes open. The sunlight blinded him, he groaned a bit as he checked his phone, realizing he was almost late for school.

He rushed to his closet, quickly picking something out. He didn't bother to choose something fashionable, for school is more important than how he looks.

He ate some eggs and ham for breakfast, and yelled goodbye to his mom before heading out the door.

He sighed, he disliked school but only went so he could get good grades. He's only missed school at least once due to a school trip, but that doesn't really count.

He was lost in thought, not realizing he arrived at the school. He exhaled and walked inside, not bothering to look around or talk to anyone, he just went straight to class.

The school day went by slower than usual, and Harry just wished for it to be over.

The bell rung, he packed up his things and walked to his next class.

"Hm, after this period I have to tutor Zane.. or whatever his name was." Harry thought to himself, Zeeke was quiet, and barely looked Harry in the eyes, he made the littlest conversation and contact in their tutoring sessions, which makes it harder than it should be.

He arrived at his next class, sitting down at the front of the class. He wrote down what the teacher said to, paying as much attention as he could.

This was until he looked at the clock, the bell was about to ring. His leg jumped up and down, he was nervous for some reason.

Harry waited for the bell to ring, it was only a few minutes before it did. Harry looked around the classroom, then to the clock, his papers, the teacher, and then back to the clock.

"Harold, did you write this down?" Ms. West asked, pointing to a section of the book that was on the board.

Harry's face grew red, grabbing his pencil as he looked down at his papers. "No ma'am.." He responded, starting to write down the paragraph on the board.

"Well you should, this will be on your test on Thursday. If you all pass I'll get you some pizza." There were then whispers across the room, Harry just continued to write whatever was on the board.

"Class, pay attention." Ms. West then pointed to the board, continuing to talk about her topic.

The bell rung, Harry finally finished his paragraph. He looked back at the board to see if he missed anything. Harry then gathered his things as the last group of students walked out. Harry closed his backpack, putting it on as he walked to Ms. West.

"Sorry Miss, I swear I was paying attention.." Harry hung his head, feeling embarrassed at that moment.

Ms. West smiled, looking down at Harry, "It's fine Harold, I knew you didn't mean to. You're one of my best students so thank you.."

Harry looked up at Ms. West, fixing his glasses. "You're welcome.." Smiling as he walked to the door, "Bye Ms. West!" He waved as he walked out. He could hear a faint "Goodbye!" as he closed the door.

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Thank you. For reading.