"(Y/N), you’re failing this class; this is one of your worst grades yet!" Your teacher said, handing you your test back.
"I know sir, Geometry is my worst subject. I just can’t get a hang of it." You said, frowning as you took the test and put it into your folder.
"I talked to your parents and we both decided that you need a tutor if you have any hope of passing this corse. I talked to a couple of my students and seeing as to how bad you’re doing none of then thought they could help you; besides one. Stay after class so I can introduce you to him." Your teacher finished, walking away and settling down at his desk.
You sighed. A tutor was no use, you were never going to be able to understand geometry. It was useless.
A few minutes later the school bell rang; meaning class was over for the day. Like your teacher requested, you stayed after class so you could see who your new tutor was.
After a few minutes a tall, slim, curly haired boy dressed in a muscle shirt and skinny jeans walked into the room. You had seen him around school but didn’t have a class with him, so you guys never talked.
"Ashton, meet (Y/N), (Y/N), meet Ashton." Your teacher said. "Ashton will be helping you with your studies." He said, slipping on his coat.
"Um.. Hi." Ashton said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"Hey." You said, smiling as you took out your cell phone. "Here, put in your number so we can plan our sessions." You spoke, handing Ashton your phone.
He muttered an ‘okay’ and typed in his number handing it back over to you. “Okay, both of you head on home and have a safe weekend.” Your teacher said, opening the door and walking out after both of you.
You walked over to your locker and put a few of your books away, and grabbing your math one, tucking it away in your backpack, then making your way to the parking lot where your mom was waiting.
"Hey honey, how was your day?" She asked.
"It was good. Met my tutor." You said, buckling your seatbelt.
"Ashton seems like a nice boy, yeah?" She said, starting the car and making her way home.
"Yeah, I guess." You mumbled, sticking in your headphones to prevent further conversation.
Soon later, you arrived home and hopped out of your car, grabbing your bag then making your way inside, running up to your room.
You opened your door and threw your bag on the ground and plopped down on your bed. You grabbed a magazine and just relaxed, still listening to music until you felt your phone vibrate.
'Hey (Y/N), it's Ashton. Xx' it read.
You smiled, sending a message back.
'Hey Ash(: what's up?'
'Um nothing really, just wondering when you wanted to study?' He answers back a few minutes later.
You set your phone down and ran down stairs into your kitchen.
"Mom, are you doing anything tonight?" You asked.
"Yeah, I’m going to your grandparents to help then pack. Dad still won’t be home till Sunday. Why?" She asked, continuing to make dinner.
"I was gonna study tonight so I wanted a quiet house" you said.
"Oh okay, I’m heading out in a hour so I’ll be out of your way."
You smiled, running back upstairs. You grabbed your phone and texted Ashton.
'Is tonight at 8 alright?' You asked, sending the message.
