Dolan Imagines ♛

•D's for A's ~ E (part 1)

Inspired by Ma hoe sexxualdolan   's book „Tutor me".

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Y/N's POV

I slump into my seat, frowning. I hate this class; not because of the language, but because I can't speak it well - German.

German class has always been my downfall. The gruelling 2 hours every Monday afternoon tortured me, but if I could speak it then I wouldn't mind.

There are some good speakers: Maisie, Elena, Marc - they all speak it fluently because they are German. But then there's Ethan. He's like me, an LA person through and through. American English being our first language.
But Ethan is very good at languages. He can almost speak German fluently, and Spanish is a growing talent of his. Hm lucky.

„Gute Nachmittag, ruhig bitte!" our teacher , Herr Schmitt, shouts as he walks into class. I roll my eyes, what on earth did he say. Something „good" , that's all I know.

Half way through the class, Herr Schmitt walks up to me, my exam from last month in his hand -
„Y/N , I'm very disappointed in your test results. I asked you to describe your family, and you wrote „Schokolade gefällt mir" What is this mess!? A 7th grader could do better than that!"

I laugh, embarrassed. The whole class was staring at me, Marc laughing.

„See me after class" Schmitt slams my test on the table. 1/56. better than none.

I hear many „Ja" „Doch" „Nein" And „Sicher" s from Schmitt accross the room.

I leave happily as the bell goes.

Uh fuck I have to wait.

I wait for the class to file out.
Ethan remains. Can he leave already why is he here?

„So Y/N..."
„What!?"
„im not happy with your lack of Progress"
„So?" I grunt
„So... youre getting a tutor"

Ethan steps forwards and beams.
Inside, I scream.

Not Ethan Dolan.
Anyone, but the schools fuckboy
Ethan fucking Dolan.

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Part 2 soon bitchessss