The Tutors Lessons |HS|

Chapter 58

JAS P.O.V

He said not to worry, how can I not freaking worry?

I've been biting my nails so much that their gone sore and its only been the first five minutes.

I practically sprinted from the p.e. department with my clothes barely on when I received Harry's text that he's going in for the exam.

Me and Harry were up all night revising for his makeup test, the last exam of the semester till we graduate if he passes this exam that means all the work I put into tutoring him will pay off.

I was so nervous for him, he held my clammy hands till he was finally called in, he pressed his lips onto my forehead reassuring me for the tenth time that he'll do fine.

I just hope he doesn't get confused by anything or misses the 'p' in photosynthesis.

I felt bad that we stopped the tutor lessons for a while because of everything that has been going on. I

I walk back and forth down the corridor trying to calm my nerves.

The Tutor Lessons were how me and Harry met, I was worried that nothing would work because of his cheeky ways but little did I know that I was going to fall for the doughnut.

The lessons were our way of getting to know each other, when I first met Harry he complimented my outfit and since that day I was under that damn spell.

Sounds cliché as hell, but that's what happened.

Each and every day I was with him I was falling deeper and deeper that's why I was hurting so much when I wasn't with him.

I didn't even realise my feelings for him until he told me.

I smile thinking back to the long evenings with him, trying to teach him each chapter or every topic. The deep conversations we'd have until he cracked one of his silly puns trying to lighten the mood.

My smile fades when I remember how upset he gets when he doesn't understand something, he's genuinely the most smartest guy ever but when he doesn't get an average level on something it really disappoints him.

I can't bare to see him upset.

That's why he needs to do well in the exam.

I inhale a deep breathe and decide to go the bathrooms before my thoughts eat me alive in this gloomy hallway.

The girls bathroom was only around the corner, I walk over to the mirror and stare at my horrifying reflection and cringe.

My cheeks aren't as red as they were before but my wavy hair is now frizzy as it sticks out in random directions. My make-up is smeared as I make faces at the mirror. I wore my black overalls today and loved my outfit from the start of the day but now it's a mess.

I only have one strap attached on, my t-shirt hitched up, the bottom of my jeans hanging down instead of rolled up and my laces are nowhere near tied up.

I don't know how I ran without dropping onto the floor at least five times.

Without caring I plop myself down onto the cold tiled floor and sigh before tying my laces up and roll the ends of my jeans up above my ankles.

I get back onto my feet and splash a handful of cold water onto my face, surprisingly not harming the remains of my makeup.

I pull my hair up into the best bun I can master within seconds.

How I look doesn't really matter right now.

I make my way back to were I was waiting, I lean against the locker and stare at the wooden door.