Red vs Blue Oneshots

"A-a tutor?"

Literally he most cliche thing ever. Oh well.
(Y/n) Your Name
(H/c) hair colour
(H/l) hair length
(E/c) eye colour
(F/n) Friends name
(H/S/N) Highschool name (make up one or something. Idk)
(E/s/n) elementary school name

You were the straight A student. He was a C- average. You were the shy, bookworm rule follower. He was the obnoxious, trouble making skater boy. You were the kind, sweet as sugar smart girl everyone liked. He was the rude, arrogant kid that sat at the back of the class and never payed attention.

You were (Y/n) (l/n). He was Felix Gates.

It was a typical Monday morning in Grade 10 English class at (H/S/N). You were in your seat in the second row of desks, chatting with your best friend (f/n), waiting for the bell to ring. While Felix, was still no where to be found. He was always late for class, but he never paid attention anyway.

The bell rang, and class started. Halfway through the class Felix burst in the room, being loud and obnoxious like he always was.

"Mr. Gates." The teacher said. "Please go to your seat, and do not interrupt my class."

Felix smirked, rolling his eyes and did as he was told.

After class, Mr. Jones asked you to stay so he could talk to you about something, he said it would help your grade and someone else's. You already had good grades, but the extra credit couldn't hurt. Besides, being the nice person you were, you liked helping people.

You were excited to start tutoring the student. Until you found out who it was.

"Felix?" You exclaimed.

"That's me sweetheart." He smirked.

"Um, look. I have a student I need to tutor, and.... crap. It's you, isn't it?" You sighed.

"Unfortunately, yeah." He said.

"Dammit." You muttered. "Oh well. Anyway, do you mind if I read what you have for your paper so far? Just so I know how much I need to help you fix your grades."

"Pfft. Go for it." Felix remarked.

You nodded and grabbed the brunet's English paper to read it. Spelling was okay with a few mistakes, word placement needed some work, and the grammar was terrible.

After a few moments of silence, you gave Felix a look of pure horror.

"Um, babe?" Felix asked.

"First of all, never call me that again." You said calmly.
"And second of all.... YOU USED THE WRONG YOUR!" You yelled.

"There's more than one your?" Felix asked.

You nodded. "Of course there is! Dear god, you have a lot to learn about grammar!"

After that, you met Felix in the library every day at lunch to tutor him. And as the days passed, you started talking to each other, having real conversations and actually getting along.

As it seemed to you, he wasn't just a bad boy. Sure, he was an asshole, you weren't denying that, but he could be caring if he wanted to be. As it turned out, he helped out at his mom's vet clinic in his free time (idfk, go with it).

"I swear to god if you mention this to anyone." Felix said, clearly frustrated with your giggling.

"No, no. I won't. But I'm not laughing at you. I just never thought someone like you, who's been suspended how many times? It's just..." you trailed off.