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When you were younger Stiles was a little more popular and way smarter than you. You grew feelings as quick as you learned his name. Now in High school you began struggling in school. Your grades where following well below what your parents approved of.
Because of this your parents set you up with a tutor.
"Remember your tutor is coming right after school." Your mom reminded. "Yes mom I know." You smiled as she closed he door behind her. Your father worked at 5:00 in the morning and your mother works right before school. They both wouldn't return until late that night.
Arriving at school early you went to your locker to grab your things needed for school. As you looked to your locker, you saw a figure staring at you. Out of the side of your eye the figure was still looking at you.
You looked at your left and saw Stiles staring at you. When he saw you looking at him he winked at you while putting his books in his locker.
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I opened the door and closed it behind me. As I looked into the fridge a knock was at the door. "Who is it?" I asked still looking into the fridge.
"The tutor." A deep male voice spoke. "Uhhh, come in." I yelled walking over to the dishes.
The door closed. "Anything to drink?" I asked turning to face the tutor. As I looked it was Stiles standing with one strap on his shoulder. "Hey y/n." He spoke smiling at you.
"Uhhhh. Hey." You said awkwardly, turning to face the sink. Taking big breaths trying not to freak out.
"You okay?" He asked putting his bag onto the island in front of him. Sighing while turning around . "Yeah I'm fine. Anything to drink?" He grabbed his books from his bag.
"Just a water." He spoke placing the books onto the island. You grabbed a cup and filled it with water. "Right here you go." You tried handing him the water but spilt a bit on him.
"Oooh uhhh." He gasped. "I am so sorry." You gasped, quickly walking over to the towels.
You handed him the towels and he quickly patted his pants. "I'm so-" you spoke but he cut your off. "It's okay, really it's fine." He said putting the now damp towel on the table.
"We should start." You nodded sitting down on the seat next to Stiles.
A/N sorry this chapter sucks I didn't know where I wanted the story to go. Second to last chapter.
