Glorious H20Vanoss One-Shot Book

Math Class - H20Vanoss

Evan always has trouble with the horrifying subject everyone always tried to escape: Math. It was like a deep void of solid confusion and frustration he couldn't claw himself out of. To him, these were just a load of random numbers and letters he would NEVER use for the future.
As he stared down at the paper placed in front of him he felt his hopes crash down into a fiery pit of self destruction and again, frustration. He dug his face into his hand and dropped his pencil on the desk, feeling his own stupidity creep up to him.
"Evan?" The teacher, Mrs. Cathrine, asked. "Having some trouble?"
He quickly dropped his arm and grabbed his pencil again. Going to the Dean for a fourth time this month didn't look so good on his record. "No Ma'am." He replied politely.
She hummed in disbelief, then narrowed her eyes at the troubled student, then turned her attention back to her computer.
Instead of studying for his math test all week, he had practiced for his band concert in Friday, which he was so excited for. His friends and him had been planning this all year, and he was finally going to do it; perform in front of people. They had gathered a crowd together at Tyler's house for a party, considering his parents would be on a cruise for three days, and they would be playing the music.
David, of course, is the singer and lead guitarist. Tyler is the rhythm guitarist, Craig is the drummer, which makes a lot of sense considering the amount of noise complaints he's got, and Evan is the bassist.
"Evan, are you going to write anything down or sit there and daydream?" Mrs. Catherine asked, clearly annoyed with her student's behavior.
He sighed and shook his head. "No Ma'am." He repeated, staring down at the printed problems on the page, slowly becoming actual problems.
Mrs. Catherine shook her head and stood up from her chair, walking over to Evan's desk and placing a hand across the front of the paper. "How about I give you another day to study? You can take the test tomorrow. I don't want you failing my class." She said.
Evan looked up at her, feeling relieved, and nodded with a hint of a smile. "Thank you." He said, allowing her to take the paper and walk away.
When she sat down again, she cleared her throats and announced to the class, "Does anyone tutor here?"
No one raised their hand. The room remained silent as everyone focused back to what they were doing.
"Jonathan, you tutor college, correct?" Mrs. Catherine called.
The skinny kid named Jonathan slumped in his seat as his body went tense. Throughout his life he never enjoyed attention.. or social interaction. "Y-Yes Ma'am." He stuttered, his hand slightly shaking from the sudden attention.
Mrs. Catherine smiled and clapped her hands together, standing up from her seat. "Then it's settled!" She exclaimed, looking from Evan to Jonathan. "Jon, you don't mind tutoring Evan here, do you?"
The two immediately felt the surge of regrets filling their minds. Jonathan's eyes widened as Evan glanced up at the boy and stuck his tongue out.
"N-No Ma'am.." He stuttered again, looking down to his now shaking legs.
"Great." Mrs. Catherine said, crossing her arms and smiling at the two. "After class I'd like for you two to figure this situation out." She explained, looking over at the skinny boy. "And, thank you, Jonathan."
He nodded and accidentally met the eyes of the kid he was going to know very well very soon. Evan quickly looked away. He wasn't glaring, but more of an interested look. He had spotted this scrawny brunette in the hallways once or twice, but never actually getting to know him. To be honest, he was sort of nervous.
Jonathan shook and rested his head down on his desk, trying to configure a good church for his funeral to take place at. 'This is your Junior year! Grow some balls and stop being so childish!' He scolded himself.
Then, the mighty, obnoxious ringing of the bell erupted through their classroom. Jonathan tensed again and felt as if his guts might protectively shoot themselves out of his stomach.
Carefully, he lifted himself out of his desk and tossed his heavy backpack over his shoulder.
Evan felt the anxiety grow when he stood. Carelessly, he grabbed his backpack and threw it on, then confronted his new tutor.
The skinner boy stepped back as Evan walked close, almost terrified. "S-So.." He started, looking up at the taller kid. "I was thinking we could meet in the library or at my house."
Evan shrugged and stuffed his hands into his red hoodie pockets. "I don't care. Your house sounds cool."
"O-Okay.." Jonathan stuttered, looking up at Evan, who was carelessly chewing on a piece of gum. "You want to walk with me?"
Surprisingly, the taller smiled and shrugged again. "Sure. Let's get out of this shithole." He replied, feeling slightly more comfortable around the skinny kid.
Jonathan felt a slight heat across his face as an uncontrolled smile appeared. "Alright." He answered, looking down at his converse.

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"So, where you from, Jonny?" Evan asked out-of-the-blue, following beside his new tutor. Jon's house wasn't really far, and they had to cut through a forest with a well-developed path to get there.
"North Carolina, actually." He replied. "You?"
Evan chuckled. "Toronto." He said casually, as if he hadn't moved all the way to Louisiana from Canada.
Jon's eyes grew wide. "Holy shit! You're from Canada?!" He asked in disbelief.
Evan rolled his eyes and laughed at his new friend's interest. "Completely honest."
Jon smiled and grew slightly more comfortable towards the taller teen. "Dude, I seriously want to go there some day."
"There's nothing real interesting there." He admitted, looking around the various trees covering the sunlight, making the colors shift into a darkish blue-green. "Trust me, it's boring as shit when you live there for so long."
Jonathan rolled his eyes. "As if! It sounds awesome there!"
Evan laughed and looked over at his new (stbb) friend. "How about this?" He asked, looking over at him. "If I go back, I'll bring you with me."

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The two walked into the house. Evan glanced around at the ceiling and around the room, thoughtfully looking at certain corners. It was a medium sized house with tall ceilings and shiny floors.
Jon placed his backpack in a corner beside the door and called, "Mom, I'm home!"
Lucy, Jonathan's mother, walked into the room and smiled when she saw Evan. "Who's this?" She asked, gesturing towards him.
"Oh." Jon replied. "This is Evan. I'm tutoring him for tonight." He said, almost blushing at the nervous thought.
Evan smiled politely. "Hello." He greeted, waving a tiny wave to Lucy.
"Hello, Evan. It's nice to meet you." She replied, holding out a hand for him to shake.
He leaned forward and shook her hand, then turned towards Jonathan as if he knew what to do next. As always, he knew exactly what to do and grabbed Evan's sleeve as if to pull him from the situation entirely.
"Sorry about my mom." He said, releasing his sleeve and opening his bedroom door.
Evan peered throughout the room to see dozens of awards and medals, seemingly only science, math, and a couple spelling bs. This guy was a genius. "Nah, it's alright, Man." He said, shrugging off his backpack and placing it beside the door.
"So, I was thinking we could start with question 16 on the study guide." He explained, walking over and closing the door while Evan lazily flopped himself down onto the springy mattress. "Its main focus is generally what the test is over. Lucky for you Mrs. Cath-"
"Can we talk about something not boring as shit?" He interrupted, propping himself up on the bed.
Jonathan rolled his eyes. "It's not THAT boring, besides, Mrs. Cathrine would totally kick my ass if she knew we weren't doing anything." He replied, walking over and sitting on the bed beside him.
"I don't wanna.." He complained, looking over at Jon and smirking. "Your bed is comfortable." He added, staring back at the ceiling.
"Thanks..I guess." Jon attempted, looking down to find Evan looking right back up at him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Wanna make out with me or something?"
Evan shook his head and turned his attention elsewhere. "I choose not to answer that question." He replied, turning on his side and placing a hand on the skinner boy's knee.
Jon jumped, but didn't move his hand. "Uh.. Ev.."
Evan sat up and leaned over Jon luminously, making him press his back into the wall behind him. "Yeah, Jon?" He asked, placing an arm on the wall behind him and trapping the smaller into a corner between himself and the blue walls.
Jonathan gulped and looked up into Evan's eyes. He swore he saw something there. "What are you doing?" He asked quietly.
Evan chuckled and pulled away, transforming into his goofy self again. "I don't know." He said, sitting lazily in front of him. "I'm bored."
Now, Jonathan doesn't have much confidence, mind you, but what he did next still surprises me, and I'm the writer!
"Evan?" Jonathan asked, looking down at his lap. "Do you mind if I do something?" He said, purposely forcing himself to sound smarter.
"Do what?" Evan asked, growing confused.
A few seconds passed with nothing but coated silence, before Jonathan moved quickly and pulled Evan's hoodie collar and pulled it closer to himself. Their noses crossed eachother and their lips barely touched. "I'm bored." He whispered, closing his eyes.
Evan smiled at the gesture and pushed Jon back to where he was lying down on the bed. Then, wrapped his arms around the small figure and tucked a finger underneath his chin to where he looked up at him. "Me too." He whispered, before pulling him in for a kiss.

"And that, Tyler, is how we met!" Evan finished, sipping from the beer bottle while an arm was wrapped gently around the one only, Jonathan, his future husband.
Tyler cleared his threat and rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on! Me and Craig's story is WAY more fucking interesting than that shit!"