Banana Bus Squad One-Shots

Perfect ~ Smiitelizer (Smii7y x Sattelizer)

Smii7y's pencil scrawled across the paper as he neatly solved every problem with haste and ease. He boxed his final answer and placed his pencil down gently, slipping the assignment in his binder and clipping the rings close. His hands flipped through to the next section and pulled out some homework for Honors English 10, grabbing the textbook and turning to the page to help him if he needed although he knew pretty much everything since that class, to him, was so simple.

The librarian's soft voice cut through the silence as she greeted a Junior entering the environment. Smii7y peeked over his glasses to see the male walking towards him and his eyes averted to the paper quickly as he kept writing like he wasn't looking. The student approached the smaller by leaning on the table with a smirk.

"Hey, um, Smii7y right?" The male asked, taking his sunglasses off. Smii7y looked up and sat there quietly, his shyness making him shake internally. He simply nodded and returned to his work, hoping the Junior would go away. Smii7y knew who he was too. Mike Misetich, a popular Junior who was cute, charming, but had a hard time with grades. The two only made eye contact in the hallways, rarely, and he was surprised the male was even talking to him.

Mike cleared his throat awkwardly and sat in the chair right next to the Freshman, setting his bag down on the floor. "Look, I need some help."

Smii7y almost dropped his pencil as he stared at Mike with wide, hazel eyes. "You need my help?" He said with disbelief and put the pencil down casually before he actually dropped it.

Mike's cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. "Yeah, I do. I'm failing a lot of my core classes and if I don't bring my grades up to at least a B, my parents will take away my social life. Please? You're at the top of all your classes, right?" Mike begged, leaning back in his chair with a puff of air.

Smii7y looked at him with sympathy and put all his work to the side. "But out of all of the smart kids in this school, why me?" He questioned curiously.

Mike simply shrugged. "I don't know. You're an advanced Sophomore, who has like, from what I heard, straight A pluses. That's gotta say something." He took out a water bottle from the side pocket of his bag and sipped it.

"Actually, I'm a Freshman." Smii7y said and Mike choked on his water, slamming the bottle on the table.

"You're a Freshman?! You're in half my classes though!" Mike shouted only to be shushed by the librarian. He apologized and lowered his voice. "You can't be a Freshman."

Smii7y pushed up his glasses with a shrug. "I mean, I work on a Senior level, but I wanted to take it a bit slower so I signed up for Junior classes. I'm still a Freshman though. I'm only 15."

Mike's jaw dropped but he quickly fixed himself. "Well, you're pretty damn smart. So could you please tutor me? I really need to improve these grades."

Smii7y hummed in thought and opened his binder along with his planner. "Okay, I guess I'll help," he mumbled, causing Mike to cheer in success and receive another warning from the librarian. He apologized once more and leaned closer to Smii7y.

"So, when do we start?"

"Today, if you want. What subject are you struggling in the most?" Smii7y asked, going to the back pages of his agenda. Mike's eyes widened a bit at how fast the younger was willing to work with him, but nonetheless, he took out his binder as he spoke. "Oh, um, Algebra. This chapter is messing with my mind..."

Smii7y paused the movement of his pencil and raised an eyebrow. "Really? You can't graph equations in slope-intercept form? That's Algebra 1 basics."

"Well, this is Algebra 2. Besides, I've never understood graphing," Mike murmured while going to his Algebra section and pulling out the homework. Smii7y hummed, scooting closer to Mike while scanning over the paper to remind himself the problems.