Blues P.O.V
I walk into chemistry hearing a wolf whistle behind me, followed by a 'dang!' I roll my eyes knowing who it is sitting down in my assigned seat next to him, and pulling out my textbook.
"Can't resist baby blue?" he asks smirking, I look at him furrowing my brows and death glaring him, he notices my glare and puts his hands up in mock defence turning back to the front, where our teacher had just walked in.
"Good morning class, I trust you all did your homework?" he asked setting his laptop on his desk, my eyes widened and I looked at Harry who looked as shocked and shrugged at me.
"You should've seen your faces!" Mr. Holmes begins to laugh, I let out a deep breath of relief and I swear I heard everyone else do the same, someone threw a piece of paper at Mr. Holmes who just dodged it still laughing.
Mr. Holmes was my favourite teacher, he was playful in a good way, but got serious when he needed to be, especially with those who were failing or falling behind in what we were learning, which happened to not be me, but Harry.
"Sir, in all respect please don't do that again, I swear I nearly shat my pants." Harry explained playfully, all students laughing while Mr. Holmes rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips, mumbling something about our generation being no fun, I couldn't help but snort at his remark, which made his head snap to me.
"Harry, in all due respect, swear in my class again and I'll double deck punch you son." He arched his brow at Harry who just side smiled and shrugged.
Mr. Holmes continued with the lesson, basically just making us revise things we already knew, but I could see Harry struggling out of the corner of my eyes, I chose to ignore it until he silently groaned, I looked over at him and looked at him questioningly, he looked at me and mouthed a 'what?' looking quite frustrated.
"What was the groan for? Are you struggling that bad?" I whispered, he huffed out, shaking his head slowly, I nodded at him and continued my revision, I could tell he still struggled and eventually gave up sitting back in his chair looking extremely angry, I looked up to see Mr. Holmes at his desk already watching Harry with a look of sympathy.
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Eventually chemistry finished and I began packing up my things, I felt a tap on my shoulder as I had just put my bag on my shoulder, I turned to find Mr. Holmes, I raised my brow.
"Yes Mr. Holmes?" I asked he motioned for me to follow him so I followed to his desk where he pulled my quiz paper out showing that I got one-hundred percent, I squealed and grabbed it from his hand, I only needed a few more good grades to pass and it was only half way through the year.
"You're very good at chemistry Blue, you should be very proud of yourself, I heard you're only a few points off passing already?" He asked, I nodded smiling still, he sat down at his desk and looked up at me.
"I can totally give you your last points if you do something for me." I frowned and raised a brow at him waiting for him to continue.
"I want you to tutor Harry-"
"No way."
"Why not?" He asked I gave him an are-you-serious look to which he sighed loudly, rubbing his face in frustration, I became confused, why on earth was he consistent on this?
"He's not good with chemistry Blue,"
"Maybe if he actually tried-"
"He does, you know that."
"Sir, why are you so determined to get me to tutor him?" I asked, he then went back into the same draw he went through to get my paper and pulled out another one, I noticed the name at the top read 'Harry', Mr. Holmes showed me and all the answer boxes were completely empty, I raised my brows.
"Sir, I swear I saw him write something down." I explained confused he nodded, turning the page over where it looked like writing, but it was scribbled, it was neat, but you couldn't tell what it read because it overlapped.
"Okay, that's erm.. Strange, why I'd you show me this sir?" I asked not caring too much about my next period considering it was just lunch.
"I showed you this, because I think he knows the answers, he just struggles to put them in words, I think if you, as a friend, taught him, he would understand better because you know how he talks and understands things." I almost laughed at him calling me his friend.
"Sir, me and Harry are no where near friends, we cannot be in the same conversation for two minutes without getting into an argument." I explain looking him dead in the eyes, he nods.
"So do you want to help him or not?" He asked and I scoffed sitting on the desk behind me shaking my head.
"Ms. Morrison, you really need to take this seriously, one of your fellow classmates is falling behind really bad and I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone here," He explained so seriously I quite literally gulped, not finding too many words.
"How exactly are you killing two birds with one stone if you don't mind me asking?" I finally managed to ask.
"I'm helping both you and Harry pass, he's got to get at least some points from chemistry, or he won't pass." I scoffed slightly looking away.
"Why exactly would that concern me? He's been nothing but a complete, mind my language, asshole to me, why would I help him?" I ask genuinely amused, he shook his head looking disappointed.
"I'll do one session with him, if I hate it, I'm not doing it and you'll owe me McDonald's, okay? I think that seems fair." He laughed quietly rolling his eyes, before nodding.
"You've got yourself a deal Blue."
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