"The New Kid"(Damonkyleblake)

damonkyleblake(fanfic)

It was the middle of the school year and you kept hearing about a the 3 new kids but you haven’t seen them and according to your friends, they were not here yet but today was the day they  supposed to be. You went into your History class and sat down in your assigned seat, not many people were in class yet because the bell hadn’t run yet. Slowly it filled up more and more, right as the bell rang a blonde boy walked in, looking quite confused.

“You must be damon.” Said your teacher, approaching him.

“Uh yeah.” He looked at his schedule to make sure he was in the right place.

“Okay Damon, you may have a seat next to (Y/N).” Your teacher directed. “(Y/N), will you raise your hand?” He asked.

You raised your hand as your teacher had told you, Damon spotted you as you were in the first row of the class. He walked over and sat in the empty spot next to you, it was a rather large lab table though so it gave the two of you plenty of space.

“Are you the new kid everyone is talking about?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He whispers, trying to pay attention to the teacher.

“Do you need help?” You question.

“Can we listen to the teacher?” He snaps.

You were a bit taken back, so instead of responding you kept quiet. You didn’t think he was that way but apparently he’s like everyone else. Rude and doesn’t seem to care if he is or not that or he must be very good at History and is very serious about it. He must get A’s in this class, you thought.

Two months have passed by since Damon,Dustin,and Justin  arrived at the school, and school was ending in almost 3 more months. You noticed more and more often that Damon hadn’t been doing so well on his History exams, as you saw his score when the teacher would lay it on his desk. You tried your best not to say anything but you saw another test on his desk.

“Maybe you should ask the teacher for someone to tutor you.” You suggest.

“Tutor? Ha, yeah right.” He scoffs.

The rest of class flew by and you walked out as fast as you could but noticed Damon had stayed after to chat with the teacher. In History, the next day the teacher stood up at the front and asked for everyone with a 100% or higher to raise their hands. Having the 102% you had in that class, you nervously raised your hand.

“Perfect, (Y/N) see me after class, please.” He said to you.

In return as an answer you nodded. Once the bell rung and the class cleared out you went over to your teachers desk but noticed Damon beside you.

“(Y/N) would you be okay with tutoring Damon?” He asks. “I’ll throw in extra credit for every test score he increases.” He adds.

“Uh, sure.” You agree.

Both of you left and began walking down the hall with a pass to your next class for being late. The halls were empty and it was only the two of you.

“When do you want to start?” You ask.

“I could do it today.” He sighs.

“Okay….Where?” You question.

“Meet me in the library, we could head to my flat or something.” He answers before walking the opposite direction.

Tutoring him would be so frustrating, he’s so hard to even talk to. Much less, try and teach him something like History. His attention span doesn’t seem too strong. When the last bell rang, you grabbed things from  your locker before walking to the library where you waited for Damon. 10 minutes later he came walking in laughing with a couple other boys.

“I’m tutoring you, not the Football team.” You frown.

“They were walking with me, chill…. Let’s go.” Damon walked past you, out a different door which led to the parking lot.

You followed him and climbed into his car. He brought you back to his flat where the two of you sat in his bedroom on the floor, with all your homework on the coffee table.

“Put the phone away.” You demand.

“It’s only a phone.” He defends.

“I don’t care.” You bark.

He listens and puts it back in his pocket.

After a few tutoring sessions with Damon, he finally seems to be doing better at History. It was a Wednesday and those were your usual tutoring days. Both of you were sitting on the floor like usual in his room at his coffee table doing work, Damon was getting everything right and kept shouting ‘Yes’ when he knew it was right. You would always laugh. When you started to pack your things up to begin the walk home and to be finished for the day, Damon stopped you.

“You know… I wasn’t exactly happy when he told me that I would have you for a tutor but now I’m glad I did. I’m doing a lot better… Thank you.” Damon smiled.

“Oh… Your welcome, it’s no problem. I mean history’s always been one of my best subjects. It’s simple and it really onl-“ In the middle of your sentence you were cut off by two lips crashing against yours. They pulled away and Damon smiled while you were still in shock.

“You ramble on too much.” He says.

“Sorry…” You blush and look down.

“No, it’s cute don’t worry about it… Let me drive you home.” He offers.

On the drive home, it was quite silent for most of it but when he pulled up in your driveway, you could tell he had something to say.

“I know I haven’t been the nicest person but do you think you would want to catch a bite to eat with me this Saturday?” Damon asks.

“Uh, yeah that sounds fun.” You smile.

“I’ll see you then.” Damon smiles, he leans over and kisses your cheek before you cout and retreat to your flat.