YOUTUBER IMAGINES/STORIES

BAYLEN ~ Help

Today was the day. I've officially become a "professional" tutor. By that, I mean that the principal just decided that I'm the best teacher out of the entire school. So I'm basically a professional.

I entered the room, releasing a big sigh and looking around. Normally, the cafeteria I'm setting foot in is full of wild animals. Food everywhere, people screaming and laughing obnoxiously, everyone out of order about what sports they wanted to join... It was always a mess. And it never changed.

I guess it was better to be here alone with him rather than be with a bunch of children who are quiet. I saw him. Struggling. He had us head laid on his hand, which was propped on the table. He looked at the paper with confusion, eyebrows closing together with frustration, pencil constantly tapping on the table, eraser constantly being put to use. He was a mess.

I sat down in front of him, and I guess I scared him since he kind of jumped at the sight of me.

"Oh, hey.. You're uh, my tutor.. Right?" He asks. Everything about him was so perfect. His hair. His eyes. The concentration he puts on everything. I nodded my head and pulled out my hand in front of me for him to shake, to which he grabbed. "That's right! I'm Y/N. You're Baylen. We have geography together." I announced.

He nodded in realization. "Well uhm, if you don't mind, we'll get started? I have taken note that you haven't been doing so well on algebra, right?" I quizzed. He nods and tells me about his weaknesses. I help him with whatever he needs, and even things he didn't know he needed to.

"I believe that's about it. We've gone over your math vocabulary, the exponents, and... Yeah. I wouldn't give up so quickly. I'm glad I got to do this with you. Everyone learns at a different level. Don't ever tell yourself you aren't smart." I tell him.

Uhm, hello?? You're putting out your emotions here. It's going to be TOO obvious. He's gonna think you're weird. I tell myself. I panic, and get up to leave.

"Hey," he grabs my hand. "Thanks. Can I uhh.. Get your number? Just for tutoring purposes obviously." He stutters out. I'm taken back. Baylen Levine. Asks for MY number??? I'm blowing with excitement. I rip out a piece of paper from my book and write my number. I give it to him and quickly leave.

I leave the room and start squealing. I really do hope that we become friends, if not something more.

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HI LOVE BUGS!!!!!

Oh my gosh, I feel like it's been forever.. I'm happy to be writing for you guys again.

Btw, I might stop doing Rylan stories. I might include him here and there, but I'm not really sure if he's one I could write with.