•MCD One-Shotsᵀᴾᴬ

Aaron x Aphmau // Tutoring

Aphmau was assigned to tutor some student she hadn't even met before. The only thing she has found out was that this student was a senior, and she herself was a sophomore. Aphmau was often told she was incredibly intelligent for her age. At first, the compliment would flatter her and make her feel honored to be told this. But after three years of this being told to her, she felt like being talented came with responsibilities while those who were mediocre had life easy.

Curse intelligence.

She was sitting at a table in the corner of the library, her chin on her hand and her elbow resting on the table. It was 3:57. Aphmau and the student were supposed to meet at 3:30. They were late.

She groaned internally. Another half hour passed, and Aphmau gave up. She gathered her books in her arms, just beginning to stand up when a sonorous voice said, "Where are you going?"

She looked up, finding the student—a tall, tanned teenager with scratches on his face and even a bandaged on his left cheek—looked down at her, arms crossed.

"You're an hour late. Thought I may as well leave since we wouldn't have much time." Aphmau continued gathering her belongings, stopping when the student slammed a hand on the table, the noise causing her to jump and several others to look their way. She blushed in embarrassment. "What do you think you're doing?"

"The schedule said four-thirty. So here I am right on time to begin the tutoring session." Aphmau cursed under her breath, a word that her mother would have been ashamed of hearing her say.

She sat back down in the chair, setting her books back in front of her on the table. With a heavy sigh, she said, "Lets begin, shall we?"

The session went on for an hour and a half, until 6:00 came around and they began to pack their belongings into their school bags. Aphmau stood up, "Give me your number."

"What?"

Aphmau crossed her arms, "How do you think I'm going to contact you for the next tutoring session? Here, put it into my phone." She withdrew her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, handing it to the male. He hastily inserted the digits and information before handing it back to her. He left without a word, shifting his bag on his shoulder.

Aphmau read over the information. His name is Aaron?

Little did Aphmau know that that one tutoring session would blossom into so much more. With every session, they learned more about each other, until Aphmau's junior prom, where Aaron was her date.

One small meeting can lead to so much more.

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Buonasera, uomini & donne. This is Tara!

As much as I'm against Aarmau, I thought this would be the perfect plot for them. Therefore, this one-shot was born.

Enjoy this small author's note that's boring af

Mwah!
~Tara