Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Tutors (AU)

I have three words that sum up geometry. Hell on Earth. It's boring, it's unforgiving, and it sucks. Not to mention the teacher loves group projects. Before you start to get excited you don't get to pick your partner. Not that it matters. I don't have any of my friends in this class anyway.

At this point, whenever we're paired up, I do what my classmates say or they tell me to just stay out of the way once they understand I know zilch.

Mrs.Renelds was droning on about something. Honestly, I gave up the first three months I got here. The material makes no sense, and nothing helps. It's not like I haven't tried. It's just not clicking. No video, Quizlet, Kahoot, or packet was useful. I've attempted it all.

I settled for drawing dragons on the front of our new semester packets. They were my heroes setting the devilish item aflame. If only drawings could come to life.

I heard a chair scoot out from next to me and figured it was another group project. I would have heard the bell for sure.

I turned my head to see the kid that joined the school about a month after me. He didn't really talk but was pretty good at this class. I know because he's 'accidently' had his homework face up when the teacher was coming to collect it. I learned to read his facial expressions from there. He would look like he was having a crisis each time he got something wrong. He didn't say or do anything outrageous. There was just a quick flash of panic before he went back to staring at the paper. It wasn't that he thought he was better than anyone. He was genuinely afraid to fail.

"Hey,"I greeted, finishing up my dragons. He peeked over at them suddenly making me very self conscious. "It's just a doodle,"I said more defensively than I meant. I didn't want my art to be judged by anyone.

"They're cool,"He said quietly. I shrugged but still put them away.

"How are we going to do this? Am I going to sit back completely and do what you want or follow basic instructions?"I asked. He raised his eyebrows before finally taking a seat.

"It's a major grade and a partner assignment. We're splitting it,"He said firmly. The thought almost made me laugh.

"You realize I'm gonna screw this up, right? You should probably ask the teacher for a new partner. She'd probably understand."

He ignored me and pulled out the rubric. "We have one week. The class is only forty five minutes so we should probably meet at one of our houses."

I groaned before looking at the clock. I just have one minute. "Here. My address and phone number are there. I'm home pretty much every night,"He said, handing me a rubric with a sticky note on it.

His handwriting was just as neat as you'd expect. His name is Aris Jones. For some reason it makes sense. It just suits him.

I shoved the rubric in my folder. It's up to him. It's not like I don't want to help. I will genuinely slow him down. At the end of the day he can't say I didn't warn him.

Nevertheless, I took a second to put his number in my phone. It's going to be a long night for both of us.

♡ Time Skip ♡

His neighborhood was surprisingly close to mine. It was a five minute walk. Plus, the weather was nice. That should be just enough time to give myself a hype talk without deciding to turn back.

Despite this I showed up earlier than I would ever want. Was it possible to just go home and never show my face? Better yet I could fly into the sun.

I went to turn around when I heard him call my name. I slowly turned on my heel to see him swaying on his porch swing with a book in his hand.

"Come on. I have supplies in my room,"He called, closing his book, opening the screen door, and looking back to make sure I hadn't left. There wasn't a choice at this point. I made my bed. Now I had to lie on it.

I followed him up a set of stairs. Everything was perfectly in place, and there wasn't a speck of dust on anything.

Then, he opened his door. If I thought his house was organized his room was from a magazine. I mean the clothes in his closet were color coded. I took a peek at his bookshelf to see that they were sorted in alphabetical order and genre. He had bought a name tag maker for his bookshelf. This was insane.

"Water?"He offered when I was next to him. I nodded, and he handed me a bottle.
"I've got an idea to have it split 50/50. I highlighted parts of the rubric that I think we could do separately,"He said, handing me a rubric.

"How do you get the energy to do any of this?"I asked, looking at each perfectly placed color. That's just what he seems to be. From his room to his handwriting, it's all unnaturally perfect.

"Do what?"He asked.

"You have not a single clue what I might be referring to?"

"No,"He shrugged.

"Dude, your room is spotless, your handwriting is like a font, your work's always done, and even your hobbies are educational. All the skills you have are useful,"I pointed out.

"It's not really much though,"He mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"It's just not that cool,"He clarified, opening his notebook.

"Come on dude. This is pretty impressive. I'd kill to be good at this stuff,"I admitted.

“I mean it's kind of boring. The things I’m good at. They're not exactly going to win anyone over.”

“You have to enjoy some of it though.”

“Yeah. It's just not cool I guess. I mean you can draw really, really well. That's cool. That would make people want to talk to you “

“It won't do me any good in the ‘real world' though,”I recited, the phrase practically burned into my brain.

“I guess we all want what we can't have,”He mumbled.

“There are tutorials and stuff you could do to learn to draw.”

“The video's don't really click. If you quizzed me on techniques and stuff, I’d ace it. Doing anything with that information just doesn't make sense.”

“I know what you mean. I’ve seen every math video under the sun. It's no help.”

“Tutoring was no good either?”

“I never tried that. I didn't feel like having my lack of math skills he judged all the time.”

“That's the same reason I won't take art class. I don't want an entire class to see how much I suck at it.”

“What if it was just one person who would see it?”

“I don't know. Depends on if I like them.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how judgemental are you?”

“A three. There are a lot of pricks in the world that should be judged more,”He answered honestly. Honesty that didn't include judging ignorance.

“I suck at math, you suck at art. I’d like to be better at math, you want to learn how to draw. If I help you with your problem, would you help me with mine?”I suggested.

“Seriously? You’d really teach me to draw?”He asked quickly, his eyes widening as he looked at me.

“As long as you teach me math without being a dick to me,”I promised, holding my hand out.

“Definitely,”He nodded, shaking it to complete toe deal.

I got a math tutor who I get to teach art skills to. That's probably the best outcome that's ever happened due to a group project.