sessions

chapter 1

"A tutor?" Taeyong overheard in the library. He sat awkwardly at the table he had chosen for the two of them. "Why do I need a tutor?"

"That should be quite obvious, Miss Kim." Replied the principal. "If you bring your grades up, and keep them there, the sessions will be over."

The young girl sighed. "Fine. Where do I go?'

"Over there, with Mr. Lee."

Taeyong finally looked at the conversating people, to see a very displeased Jennie Kim making her way towards his table.

"Well, I'll let you take it from here."

Jennie sat down in the opposite seat from him, still as upset as she was when she first  entered the library.

"Hm, how about we start with Biology?" Taeyong cleared his throat. He was somewhat uneasy about her, to be honest.

Jennie did nothing but nod, taking out her notebook.

"Now, before we start, I want to know a bit of your own study habits and style."

"Like?" She questioned, setting down her pen.

"Well, like how you prefer to learn content, to study from later."

"I don't study."

"Well. How about we change that fact?"

"I don't really see the point. The term is almost over, and I'd like to start winter break early."

"If you do this well, you can start winter break whenever you want."

She frowned, which only heightened his exsisting anxiety. "You sound just like the principal."

"He's not wrong though."

"Fine, teach me how to study, then." She crossed her arms.

He bit back a sigh, not knowing how to deal with her for who knows how long. He reached into his bag, looking for his pack of index cards. He noticed he was running low, and needed to buy some later.

When he sat back upright, he noticed Jennie was studying him, visibly curious. She turned away, towards the index note cards in his hands.

"Index cards?"

"Hey, they're simple and easy." He handed them to her.

"Uh, what do you want me to do with them?"

"Write the terms from this chapter."

"I have to write them down?"

"I already know these terms. So, yes. Yes you do."

She sighed, took her pen and a singular notecard.

Taeyong would be on his phone texting his friends if he had that many that weren't that busy.

"Hey, I don't want to keep meeting here for our sessions. It makes me feel clausterphobic."

"Well, where do you suggest?"

"It depends on my mood and the day. Here, give me your phone." She held out her hand.  This took him off guard. He doesn't recall the last time a girl asked for his phone number.

He digged into his pocket, bringing out his slightly outdated phone. It wasn't a phone from the dinosaur ages, but its still considered "old". He didn't bother to upgrade because what would be the point?

She typed in her information and handed it back to him. Jennie looked at the clock behind her. "I have to go now. When would we do this again?' She asked, packing up her belongings.