𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔! | 𝐖.𝐒

idiots

synopsis; tutoring

pairing; walker scobell x f!reader

you hurried out of class. speed-walking to the door and down the hall. turns: sharp and fast. if anyone saw you they would think you're running from something, and you were.

idiots.

contrary to popular belief, highschool is full of them. especially your honors english class. which is shocking, given it's an honors class. answering a few too many correct questions earned you a "smart kid" title, and your kind, giving demeanor turned traitorous when other kids began asking for tutoring sessions.

you weren't against tutoring people, per se. but it definitely wasn't on your bingo card. so you were first out of the classroom every day. in order to avoid the mass of kids failing the class and in desperate need of your help. there were other "smart" kids in your class; they would be fine.

something caught your shoulder; no, someone caught your shoulder. so close. you were so close to the school doors and so close to leaving. but no. your eyes met a pair of cerulean blue and instantly knew who you were speaking to.

"what can i do for you, walker?" you questioned the blonde. he smiled sweetly at you. honestly, you couldn't blame him for not being that bright. there was no way on-set teaching could hold a candle to actual school. he chuckled nervously before replying.

he spoke, "hey, i was wondering if you could help me with tonight's homework? i am the dumbest person when it comes to shakespeare."

"well," you started. "you got 50 bucks?" you smiled at him, trying to push down the annoyance burning under your skin. you were reading romeo and juliet for class. a shakespearean classic. one you've read a few times and have a fully annotated copy of. this was a walk in the park.

"i have 25."

"fine."

this wasn't the first time walker scobell asked you for homework help. he's asked in english, history, spanish, basically, every class you have together.

"great! can you come over around five ish?" he let's go of your shoulder. you comply and he stalks off towards his friends while you rush out the doors.

It was around three o'clock now, which gives you about two hours to finish your work before going over to the walkers. not a problem, definitely not for you.

you knocked most of it out in about an hour and a half, saving your history work for later since it's not due until the end of the week. you packed your stuff into your backpack once more and walked to the blonde's house. he didn't live far; it wasn't a long walk. your bag housed a blank copy of romeo and juliet, as well as your annotated copy, pencil case, your shakespeare journals, and extra paper.

you came upon walkers house, silently bracing yourself for his questions that would drive you insane. your knuckles collided with his door as you knocked, rolling on your heels waiting for someone to answer. the door flung open to reveal an older girl, leena.

"y/n! walker said you coming to help with his homework. come on in, he's upstairs." and with that she skipped away.

you've done this enough times to know where walkers room is. kicking off your shoes, you made your way up the stairs, stopping at the second door on the right. pushing it open revealed a blonde boy hunched over his desk about to snap a pencil with one hand. you cleared your throat.

he jumped, cerulean eyes bolting to you. he smiled. the assignment was as follows: select a passage from the text (minimum of 7 lines) and analyze it. simple enough, you didn't quite understand why walker needed your help.