The tutor - Nash fanfic

Part 2

"This is my son, Nash."

Those same blue eyes that I have seen every day was looking right at me, with the same shocked expression as mine. The blue eyed guy who had been bullying me for two years was staring at me. And I was going to tutor him.

"Crap!" Elizabeth gave me a questioning look as the word slipped out of my mouth.

"Is everything okay honey?" She gave me a concerned look. I nodded, not taking my eyes of the boy standing in front of me.

"I just, I just forgot my phone in the car." I mentally punched myself in the face as I felt Elizabeth glare down at the phone in my hand.

"Charger, I left my phone-charger in the car." I quickly hurried out the door and into my car. I sat in the passenger seat for a while before I got the charger out of my bag, pretending like I got it from the car.

I walked inside and saw Elizabeth talking to Nash. All I heard was her saying that he needed it, what ever 'it' was, and Nash responding with "What ever". As soon as they noticed me, Elizabeth cleared her throat and walked back to me.

"Please help him at least get up one grade." She gave me a sad, yet praying look before she gave me her number, said goodbye and left. Which left me alone with Nash.

Nash got up from the couch, walked up to me and pushed me up against the wall.

"If you tell anyone about this, you're dead!" His right arm was holding my shirt while his whole body was pressed against mine.

"Why the fuck would I want to tell this to anyone?" I felt anger building up inside me. Two years, and I have never spoken back to them. Judging by his expression, Nash noticed it as well. He let go of my shirt and backed off.

I walked over to the kitchen table and got my books out of my bag.

"What do we study?" I asked him as I sat down on one of the chairs.

"I don't need your help, nerd." He hissed and gave me a hateful look. I laughed a bit at his comment as I realized that he was really the loser in this situation, he needed my help, not the other way around.

"Apparently you do, cause if you didn't, I wouldn't have been here." He gave me a death-glare as I smirked up at him. I liked this. Not this, as in being with Nash, but as in I like being the bigger one, not being the loser who can't protect herself.

He just sat down on one of the chairs and brought his math book. "You any good at maths?" I could easily see that he was ashamed of this whole situation, so I decided not to make it worse. You see, even if he is a god damn bad person, I'm not.

One hour later

"Does it make more sense now?" I looked at him and gave him a half smile. It was really hard not to laugh at him sometime, cause that guy really knew how to ask stupid and weird questions.

"I think so." He rubbed his neck like he was giving himself a neck massage.

"Okay one last one. What is the value of 641/3, don't write it down, just do it in your head." I could see he was concentrating really hard before he looked at me with a sad face.

"Please tell me the answer is 214." I chuckled and nodded my head.

"Well I guess I'm done here then." Standing up from my chair I felt Nash's hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks." He looked at his arm, and awkwardly pulled it back. I flashed him half a smile as I walked to get my jacked. A phone started ringing and I heard Nash answering. All I heard was "Yeah, sure, no I'm not busy, just a girl, no she's on her way out, what NO! Ew."

At least I felt the same about him. Even though it did hurt a tiny bit. I closed the door behind me and walked to the car as my phone vibrated.

It was from my dad. "We need to talk bitch, get home."