Lynette ♡

Chapter 15

As planned, Don and I met up the following day after school in the library.

He'd been avoiding me for most of the day - not that I even talked to him anyway - and I'd seen Gilbert give me a few glances every now and then so it was safe to assume Don was hardly looking forward to our tutoring session.

Nevertheless, I was determined.

I prepared some material to go over and wrote a study plan for him to follow. I spent the night highlighting important bits that would most likely be tested and reviewed my various notes. I put all the materials together in one neat file and was quite satisfied with the result. Hopefully, my efforts would pay off.

At the library, the two of us sat together at a table and I pulled out the file I had prepared and handed it over to him.

He looked at the file with raised eyebrows and asked, "What's this?"

"Your lesson plan," I replied. "I went over the textbook and my own notes and singled out the important bits I think you would need to know for the final examination. I've also prepared some worksheets you can practice on and I wrote you a study plan that you can follow during the weeks leading up to the finals."

Don's eyes widened as he opened the file and skimmed through the contents. He then turned his gaze towards me, shocked, and asked, "You did all of this for me? Isn't this too much?"

"It's actually a lot less than what should be done," I shrugged pointing at the file. "This is merely the shortcut way. I would honestly prefer that you understood everything from the beginning but we're already half-way into the semester so time is short. Plus, if, after this session, you decide that you don't want to continue, I didn't want to risk putting in more effort and time and wasting it all."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense," the boy replied. He sniffed, rubbed his nose, and pulled out his own notebook with a sigh, "Well, lay it on me. Let's get started so we can finish quickly."

I was tempted to roll my eyes but refrained from doing so.

"Did you bring your past quizzes and tests?" I asked him.

"Uh yeah," his arm shuffled through his bag, "It's somewhere here...ah! Here they are."

He handed over a small stack of papers, most of which were crumpled and dirty, and I skimmed through them. After a few minutes, I put the papers and down and looked at him with a tired gaze, "Shall we begin?"

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[General POV]

Donald (Don) Velmont liked to have fun.

He was naturally an energetic person who loved to cause chaos and make people laugh. Being in the spotlight was normal for him and as someone who loved attention, it was the perfect place to be.

He knew that people thought of him as a clown, a jokester, or a prankster.

To everyone, he was the boy that could never be serious. Even his best friend Gilbert would often comment on how he needed to take a step back sometimes and focus on things more important than playing around. Like school.

But therein lay the problem.

Don hated school. He hated sitting in a classroom from 8 to 3 in a space that demanded silence. He hated listening to teachers drawl on about subjects he could care less about. He hated having to turn in homework and assignments. He despised studying and anything that came with it. Had it not been for his father forcing him to attend school, he would be at home right now doing what he wanted; becoming a streamer.