Bully

Chapter 4

Chapter Four
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I don't think I've ever been this nervous in a really long time.

At the rate that my leg is bouncing, my limbs might detach and my palms feel sweaty as I flip through the pages of the textbook lying before me. The reason for all this anxiety sits calmly at the other end of the table, his eyes lowered to his phone as he waits for me to start the session.

I try not to observe him creepily as he's distracted with his phone but in the end I fail. There's something about him that just looks so...good. The navy blue school blazer clings to his wide frame and the crisp white shirt underneath a red tie is slightly unbuttoned so I can catch a glimpse of smooth, taut skin. His curls are just the right amount of tousled and a strand falls into his eyes just as he uses his hand to push his hair into place and leans back into his chair, looking right at me.

"Are we good to start?" He says in that deep, bass voice of his.

I clear my throat, trying to ignore the embarrasing fact that i'd just been caught staring at him and push the textbook forward so it is more centred in between us. "Were you having any trouble with any lessons already? We can go over whatever you want."

"To be honest..." Clyde says rubbing a hand against his neck. "I'm not really sure what i'm having trouble with. But I do know that I don't understand any of it."

A giggle is bubbling in my throat because the image of him that is starting to form in my head is one of a lost golden retriever which I think is so fitting.  Although, i'm sure it wasn't appropriate to compare humans to animals.

"Alright, What were your grades like last year?"

"I..um.. barely passed with a 52."

I press the smile on my lips together. "Okay, why-"

"You're laughing at me." Clyde's lips are tugged into a side smile that does very, very weird things to the rate of my heartbeat.

"I'm not laughing." I say, but the way he's looking at me makes me giggle-not for humorous reasons- and I slap a hand over my mouth. "That was not a laugh."

"It definitely wasn't."

I bite back another smile before continuing. "What I was asking before, was if you have any idea as to why your mark was so low last year."

The man infront of me strums his fingers against the table with a rhythm that is very distracting. "I don't know Isa. The lessons just don't make sense to me and they still don't."

Hearing my name slip from his mouth, for whatever reason, makes me feel incredibly flustered and for a moment when he stops talking all I can do is stare at him.

Clyde stares back.

I physically force myself to remove my gaze from his warm brown eyes, feeling very red. The textbook in front of us suddenly seems all too interesting. "Okay, got it, let's just start with some practice questions." I blurt out.

The next half hour is spent reviewing practice questions from lessons Clyde doesn't understand. The longer I spend time with Clyde, the clearer the reason becomes for his academic struggles. He got distracted way too easily.

The library environment did very little to help with this issue because people that would pass by would wave and smile and tap his shoulder and stop to chat with him and he would openly entertain them all.