𝓢𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 : 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

Tutor Session

Word Count: 4,298

- Briar

Finals Week. A time were everyone stresses and rushes to get their final assignments turned into their teachers or it will be an automatic fail.

I sit on my dorm room floor going over the studying material from the past semester for every class

"Dude, I heard that the headmaster's son is tutoring for the next week from ten in the morning to ten at night." My roommate, Kima said.

"Yeah, but I don't know when I'll have time. I have the essay due for Clark and then I have the oral report-" Then Kima interrupted me.

"Hey, just ask the headmasters son if he's willing to go a bit later then he usually does." She grabbed a piece of paper from her desk and began writing something down. "Here, this is his number, the ad said to call or text him anytime."

Harry's #- (***)-***-****

"His name is Harry?" I questioned looking up at her.

"Yeah, I heard he's really hot." She winked.

"What does he being "hot" have to do with him tutoring me?" I ask, wondering what her intentions were.

"Oh, nothing just thought I'd throw that out there, he's also older than us you know." She said in a suggestive tone.

"Okay, well thanks man I'll text him later, but now I have to haul ass to Akers or he's going to fail me for the day." I grabbed my notebook and shoved it into my bag then raced out the door.

That Night...

As I sit hunched over my desk working on; in my opinion, a shit load of Calculus homework. I shuffle through papers looking for today's notes, a few papers fall to the floor due to my rapid searching. Picking up the few papers, I see Harry's number.

I sit up and look at for a minute debating whether it would be a good time to text him. I look at the clock seeing that it's 10:30, if he was working with someone he should be done by now. I grab my phone and dial the number.

"Hello?" A deep voice answer after a few rings.

I clear my throat, "Hi, is this Harry?"

"Yeah. Are you calling about tutoring?" He asked.

"Um, yeah?" I said feeling a bit nervous.

"Okay... is there a certain date or time you would like to meet up?" He said awkwardly.

"Is tomorrow at around this time okay? I know that you don't usually go this late, but my schedule is pretty hectic at the moment."

"Uh, yeah that should be fine, would you like to meet in the library?"

"That would be great." I write down our meet time and were for tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll see you then, oh and before I forget what's your name?"

"Briar Elliot."

"Okay Briar, I'll text you tomorrow to remind you of our meeting tomorrow night."

"All right, thank you so much for helping me."

"It's no problem, love. See you tomorrow." Then he hung up.

I checked that off of my list of things to do, then I grabbed all of my papers and assignments and put them into their rightful folders. With a sigh, I got up, turned my desk lamp off and face planted in my bed.