one shots ➸ [luke .h]

french study session

You felt tears begin to well in the hollow of your eyes, your cheeks heating up as you felt your ears begin to ring, the room felt smaller as you swallowed shallow breaths while looking at the thin sheet of paper in front of you. Your eyes falling amongst all the red scribbles on the paper, including the corrections of words and obvious x's to were you got the question wrong. You felt so defeated.

You couldn't stop looking at the paper in front of you. You always tried to be the best you could possibly be, always going over and beyond on assignments and doing so fantastically well on tests that you don't understand how it just went down hill all of a sudden, especially in French, you are so good in it.

"I am very disappointed." Your French teacher, Mrs. Addison, says and you can feel her eyes on you but it takes everything in you not to look back up at her with tears on the verge of spilling over your lids.

"I-I just don't know, I don't understand." You say while bringing your hands off of the desk and carding them through your hair, a frustrated sigh falling from your lips as you continue to read over every red pen correction.

"Neither do I, your always so good." Mrs. Addison says, crouching down to level with you, which causes you to bury your head deeper into the desk, trying not to make your French teacher see you cry over such a low mark. "I can't believe it." You say, shaking your head and closing your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat that you always get whenever you're on the verge of tears.

"Y/N don't worry, I'm sure that you'll do good on the next test, just like the rest." She says, rubbing her hand up and down your back, the sound of her watch clashing against her skin and your back causes you to sigh before you nod your head.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I'll just try extra hard next time." You state, peeling your eyes open and staring up at your teacher, her effortless smile set out on her lips before she stands and begins walking around the narrow classroom and chats with a bunch of students.

Your shoulders immediately slump as your chin drops low, you're back to staring at the failed test in front of you as another sigh rolls out of your mouth, you just wish that you could've done so much better.

"Why do you look so sad?" Jocelyn questions, her voice not holding any sympathy what so ever as she smacks down on her bubble gum obscenely.

"I'm sad because I just failed one of my French test." You say, your head tearing away from the desk and staring in front of you to see Jocelyn sitting with her body sat upon her desk as her feet drum against her seat, making you roll your eyes at her childish position.

"Calm down, the world isn't ending," Jocelyn says, this time it's her turn to roll her eyes. Making you watch her with annoyance before your lips turn into a frown. "I know, I know, it's just that I really like to do good and I just don't understand what I did wrong." You imply, your hands finally tearing away from your hair to rest along your jawline, your head in your hands.

"You don't need to understand, it's not like it's going to be on the next test." Jocelyn says while taking one of her hands off of her lap and bringing it to shove strands of her unruly curly chocolate her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah but it's going to be on the exam." You state while looking up at her with a rised eyebrow, which only receives you the exact same look.

"Fuck the exam, let's go out for pizza instead." Jocelyn says before her thin lips break out into a devilsh grin, a laugh falling from your lips before you look up at the clock and see it's time to go. Your hands slipping the red marked up paper into your binder before standing and grabbing everything else.

"As tempting as that sounds, I don't want to turn out like you." You say while tucking your chair into the desk and looking at Jocelyn with a smirk as she hops off hers and begins to walk to the door way filled with your classmates.