Jayne's POV
I was on my way out of class, when the teacher, Mrs.Gibbions calls my name.
"Jayne!" She motions me over, when I notice Harry still sitting in the class room. I look to Mrs. Gibbions.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I need you to tutor Harry, he's a bit behind, well a lot. Since you are the smartest student, I picked you." She smiled. I blushed a bit and nodded. "Thank you. You and Harry need to discus when to meet and where. I'm fine with you coming in here anyday but Wednesdays, don't ask why." I heard Harry laugh from his seat. I look at him, why me? He's the bad boy of the school! I try to ignore him as much as possible.
"What is your problem, Styles?" I angerily asked.
"Nothing, just that I don't need tutoring. My grades say I do, but I say don't. Don't bother" He scoffed. I rolled my eyes.
"Just be here after school today" I said, and left. Why am I HIS tutor? Why couldn't one of the other smart kids have tutored him? I swear to god if he isn't there I am going to say something. I don't know what but I am!
----After school----
I went to Mrs. Gibbions room and saw Harry. I set my bag down next to him and stood in front of him. He smirked, making me roll my eyes. I know I'm the 'goodie goodie' and all and I don't like it, but I am and I accept it.
"We have work to do." I bluntly said and pulled out my book.
"Ok, fine!" He kissed me. I pushed him off.
"Math work, Harold, and I don't like you. " I said and pointed to a problem in the book. He did it no problem, my geuss wa that he didn't do his homework. I forced to do late work. He did it in 15 mintues. It takes me 5, but I'm smarter than he is. I'm a good tutor. It' feels weird calling myself that! Tutor
