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Another day, another class. This one was easy though, physics. I loved physics. Forces and acceleration and all those things excited me. This was just an entry level class that everyone had to take so it wasn't challenging but was still enjoyable.
As I approached my seat something was off. The seat I had sat in all semester was currently occupied. The reason I had sat in that one particular seat was because it was the only left handed seat in the entire classroom. It was the only seat for a lefty like me.
"Excuse me, you are in my seat," I said as I stood in front of the person currently occupy it, hands on hips.
"Love this is college, we don't have assigned seats."
Snapback on backwards, tight black tee, he was a typically frat boy type. The kind that only shows up when it's convenient, but would rather be drinking or fucking another sorority girl.
"Well I have been in that seat all semester and now you decide to come to class and take my seat."
"Maybe next class you should come a little earlier and then you can have your precious seat again." God was he smug. Giving up on getting my seat for today, I found another a few rows back and a couple over.
Through the whole class he barely paid attention, let alone take a note. Me on the other hand had to sit sideways in my desk just so I take mine, but instead he sat there on his phone for most of class. He infuriated me. I would actually be using that desk. He could have sat in any desk if he wasn't going to pay attention.
"See you on Friday love," he said as he walked passed me at the end of class. Now he was just doing it to irritate me more.
*
Later that evening a message sounded on my phone, informing me of a new email. Upon opening it, my Physics professor asked if I would be willing to tutor a student from class that was struggling. Already having helped a couple of others, I agreed. I mean I was going to get paid for it, and it was only a couple of hours a week. How bad could it be?
*
"You!"
"How are you love?"
"Don't call me love."
"If you tell me your name I could call you that, mine's Niall." My arms were crossed as I stared at him. "Since you don't seem to want to tell me I can call you petal instead."
"It's Y/N."
"It's nice to meet you."
"Let's get things straight, I am here because I was asked to tutor you because you're failing. I am only going to help if you put in the work. You have to come to our tutoring session and also show up to class."
"Woah now, I'm not actually failing, it's just low. I'm the captain of the football team and if my grade doesn't improve however I will not be able to play."
