I never exactly pictured myself in this certain predicament before, although I guess it was for the better. This was the only way I could think of to make sure I didn’t fail my Physics exam that was nearing. Why I chose to take Physics is beyond me, I thought it would look good on an application of sorts but I never imagined it to be this hard.
Harry wasn’t a nerd, but he didn’t have many friends, I guess his social skills just were not up to speed with the rest of high school’s population. I kind of felt sorry for him. He was the kid that always had a book open while sitting in the back of the classroom, the kid that magically disappeared during lunch hour, and the kid that was never given the time of day.
I thought that asking Harry to tutor me would be beneficial on both my part and his, after all he was top student in our class and I on the other hand am pretty easy on the eyes if I say so myself.
Tapping my pencil on my textbook page, my mind began to drift elsewhere whilst Harry rambled on about some theorem I knew I would never use after I graduated high school. “So does all that make sense?” He asked, peering at me through his glasses.
I always wondered why he wore those dumb glasses, I’m sure he had beautiful eyes underneath but it was hard to tell, he usually wouldn’t look at me any longer than five seconds.
“Yeah, I get it.” I lied, showing off my brilliant smile.
This was getting way too boring, I know I needed to pass Physics but I couldn’t bare this dreadful tutoring session any longer. “Can we take a break?” I asked, pouting my lip and playing with the ends of my hair. Harry looked up from his textbook and swiveled in his desk chair to face me. I closed my book and propped myself up on the head board of Harry’s bed, facing him now as well.
“Uh, yeah sure.” He muttered, eyes looking everywhere but mine. “Come sit with me, Harry.” I giggled.
Harry was so innocent that it was almost amusing, and I’m almost positive I’m the first girl to be in his room besides his mom. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be seventeen years old and not have any clue what the opposite sex was even like, but I assume Harry didn’t even mind that his mind was well beyond naive for his age.
“Alright.” He choked, his voice cracking slightly as he stood from his desk chair and sauntered over to the very end of his bed. I let out a loud eruption of laughter at him, poor thing couldn’t even work up the courage to sit close enough to me for us to have a decent conversation.
His large hands instantly began searching his face as if he was trying to wipe something away, “W-what?” He stuttered, confused by my sudden outburst.
“Are you always like this?” I asked once I had gotten over my episode. I was curious to why Harry acted the way he did, maybe something that happened in the past? “Like what?” He quipped, his voice becoming a little more stable now.
“I mean, are you just shy or do you really think girls have the ‘cooties’ ” I said, air quoting the last word with my fingers. He shuffled on the end of the bed, looking down and sighing.
“I- I guess.. I just, I’m not very good.. with girls.” He stuttered, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. I smiled, it was obvious Harry never had the confidence to approach a girl before, but maybe that’s all he needed.. confidence. And maybe I could give it to him?
No.
Think about what you are doing! But I did think about it, and the more I thought, the more I wanted to follow through. I mean let’s be honest here, Harry really wasn’t bad looking at all, his voice was low and gravely at times, and he was certainly well fit for a guy like himself. Also even if I did ‘tutor’ him myself , it’s not like the whole school would find out, I sure as hell wouldn’t say anything and no one in their right minds would believe Harry. ‘m not saying I wanted to try anything with Harry, I just think it would be like being a good citizen, community service if you will.
