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It's Only Fair - Michael Clifford

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I sat at my desk, my legs propped up on the seat in front of me, twirling my pencil between my fingers. I was currently sitting in Mr. Harp's geography class, also known as the most tedious class on the planet.

I lightly popped my gum, and my teacher's head snapped towards me, shooting me a glare. Even though I was quite an annoyance in class he would never yell at me because I was his top student, even though is class sucked dick my grades were important and I still had to try on the things that counted.

I heard the bell ring, signaling the end of class and I shot up, gathering my stuff and starting to leave the room, but I was stopped when I heard my name being called.

"Miss Y/L/N," Mr. Harp called, signaling for me to come over to his desk. I trudged over, an annoyed look on my face as I made my way to stand in front of him.

"Yes?" I asked snarkily, ready to go home.

"Even though your attitude may need some adjusting, I trust you with your knowledge, so I need you to tutor a student that has been falling behind," Mr. Harp said, and I sighed.

"Who is it?" I asked, and as I said that a tall figure walked over. He wore the official school uniform, a green blazer, white button up, and khakis, yet he still looked good. His hair was perfect, a fading lilac color and his green eyes were piercing into mine.

"Y/N, this is Michael Clifford, he is falling behind in my class and I would like you to help him," Mr. Harp said and I nodded, before walking over to Michael.

"Okay, so I guess I'm tutoring you, when do you want to meet up?" I asked, and Michael hesitantly made eye contact before looking back down towards the ground.

"U-um..." he stuttered and a blush rose on his cheeks, making me slightly giggle at his cuteness.

"Here, how about we meet at my house tonight at seven, my parents won't be home because of a business dinner so it'll be quiet," I said as I took out a pen and wrote my address on Michael's porcelain skin.

"Okay," he muttered, quietly picking up his stuff and walking out the door me following behind and walking out to my car.

(-)

It was now nearing 7 o'clock and I was getting ready for Michael to arrive for our tutoring session. I had lots of worksheets and the days homework set out on the table, ready for us to start.

I was opening the textbook to a certain page when I heard a quiet knock on the door, telling me that Michael was here.

I walked to the door and opened it, letting out a silent gasp. Michael Clifford stood before me, donning a beige sweater and a pair of tight black jeans, looking completely different than he did during school.

"Hi," he said quietly, and I motioned for him to come in. We walked to the table and his eyes slightly widened when he saw the amount of work I had had planned for us.

"Okay, I know it's a lot but it's really not that hard, I promise," I said and we walked over starting on our work.

(-)

After about four hours of nonstop work, me and Michael were beat. My parents still weren't home, they were probably going stay at one of their colleagues houses so they wouldn't have to drive so late at night.