REQUESTED "you don't have to be intimidated by me, y/n."
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y/n pov
the clock on the wall ticks louder than usual, or maybe it's just my nerves amplifying every sound around me. i sit in ms. lee's classroom, the smell of chalk dust lingering in the air, trying to make sense of the math test in front of me. the red ink sprawled across the paper is a testament to my struggle with numbers. i've never been good at math—no, that's putting it mildly—i've always been terrible at math. and now, in my senior year, when everything counts more than ever, i'm at risk of failing.
ms. lee sighs from behind her desk, flipping through my test one last time before setting it down. "y/n," she begins, her tone gentle but firm, "i can see you're really trying, but your grades aren't reflecting the effort you're putting in. at this point, i'm concerned you might not pass the class."her words sting, though i've been expecting them. i glance down at my lap, my fingers twisting together in a nervous habit. "i know, ms. lee. i've been studying, but i just... i don't get it. no matter how much i try."she leans forward, compassion in her eyes. "math can be tough, but i think a tutor could really help. someone who can explain things in a way that makes sense to you, one-on-one."
a tutor. i've thought about it before, but the idea of asking for help makes my stomach twist with anxiety. who would even want to take on the challenge of teaching me math? "i've thought about that, but i'm not sure who to ask..."ms. lee taps her pen thoughtfully on the desk. "what about chenle? he's one of the top students in the class, and he's always been willing to help others. he might be exactly what you need."
chenle. the mere mention of his name sends a jolt through me, like an electric shock. chenle, the math genius, the boy i've had a crush on since middle school, but never had the courage to really talk to. we've exchanged polite greetings and small talk over the years, but nothing more. the idea of asking him to tutor me feels both terrifying and thrilling. "chenle?" i echo, trying to keep my voice steady. "i mean, he's really smart, but... i don't know if he'd want to tutor me."ms. lee offers a reassuring smile. "you won't know unless you ask. i have a feeling he'll say yes. and it's worth a try, right?"i nod slowly, though my heart is racing. "right... i guess i'll ask him." "good. and remember, it's okay to ask for help, y/n. you don't have to do this alone."
i force a smile and gather my things, leaving the classroom with a mix of dread and determination. i can't afford to fail this class, but the thought of approaching chenle, of asking him for something so personal, feels like stepping off a cliff with no safety net.
