Written 12-03-18
As 4pm finally rolled round I sighed.
"You coming to the ice cream parlour?", my best friend (y/b/f/n) asked, expecting me to be going as we usually do.
"No I can't", I shook my head, wishing desperately I could go with my friends to get ice cream.
"Why? We always do", she says reminding me of our Friday tradition.
"I know. I wish I could go but I have to tutor", I tell her, even though I already told her yesterday.
"Tutor? Who?"
"George smith", I reply, "speaking of which I better get going", I tell her.
She quickly gives me a hug and we go our separate ways.
•••
"So you're struggling with algebra?", I ask, looking at him from the corner of my eye whilst pulling a textbook from my bag.
He studies my face.
"Yeah", he says, looking defeated.
The textbook lands on my desk with a thump.
"It's not that hard really, once you grasp the basics every sum basically looks the same", I assure him.
I pull out my pencil-case and a spare refill pad to practise sums, along with my maths copy, to show him notes.
"Honestly, it's a surprise I'm even in honours level", he sighs.
"No. Everyone has areas they struggle with", I comfort him. He looks me in the eye.
"Hand me a triangle and tell me to find the area and I literally want to die", I tell him. We both laugh.
"So, I'll start with the basics"
•••
"Y/n I'm getting nowhere", George sighs, defeatedly. We both glance at the clock in my bedroom.
6:30
"It's only been two hours", I assure him "and you got the first sums easily"
"Yeah and then you added in the 4y and 7x and 3b and my head just got so confused", he looks like he wants to cry and I understand completely, maths is frustrating.
"Hey", I look him in the eye, "I have all weekend if you do. I'm not going anywhere. I want to help you"
He smiles "I'm wasting so much of your time", he sighs again.
"Nah what else would I be doing as an eighteen year old on a Friday evening", I joke ,"but seriously George this is no problem. I'd appreciate the help if I were in your shoes so why shouldn't I give it?"
He pulls his chair in close, he looks in my eyes and I stare back. Weirdly, I don't find it uncomfortable.
He smiles, "can I?", he whispers, his eyes flickering to my lips.
I nod, my breath hitching in my throat.
He connects our lips and my heartbeat races. I wrap my arms around his warm neck.
He pulls away after a minute, breathless, smiling and his eyes twinkling.
"Thanks for helping me", he says genuinely.
I return his smile "no problem", I tell him quietly.
"I have to go", he says still looking into my eyes.
"Same time tomorrow?", I suggest.
"Tomorrow's Saturday. Sure you don't have anything better to do than teach a stupid boy maths?", he questions.
"I'd give up my Saturday for you", I assure him.
"Tomorrow sounds perfect", he confirms.
