crush imagines: a book filled with moments you pine for with a person you love.
you were sitting at your lunch table with your friends. students continued to file into the large room, absorbed in conversations and the latest gossip. your eyes wand...
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written in first person perspective
Biology sucks. There's nothing worse than biology, except, of course, AP biology.
Who the fuck thought one day, oh hey, let's teach a bunch of high schoolers about cells and shit?!
I guess I'm being unfair, because it's obviously very important. I just...
don't.
get.
it.
Like at all. Which may be partially my fault, but if it's my fault, then it's also (c/n)'s fault for existing and being in this class. I don't even have to be looking at him, I'm just so aware of his presence that I can't concentrate on anything at all, besides the fact that he's sitting right in front of me!
Literally every time my head shoots up to look at the board where the teacher is writing, or to try and listen, all I see is his fucking head, and it is the most distracting thing in the whole world.
So, believe me when I say that it is not my fault that my teacher just handed me my test and...tada! I got a D. Wow, major shocker. It sucks because I get decent grades in every class that I don't have with (c/n), save PE, because really. Who does okay in PE?
My teacher stands above me and points to the terrible mark, as if I didn't see it as soon as I flipped the test. He then says lowly, so the rest of the class can't hear, "Come see me after class. You keep getting grades like this, you won't graduate in May."
I huff and lay my head on my desk. This is fucking bullshit. I bet if he literally just changed my seat I'd be fine!
I spend the rest of last period trying, and when I say trying, I mean really trying to pay attention, but the only time I manage is when (c/n) raises his hand and answers a question. That doesn't even count because I only pay attention to his deep, raspy voice. I don't even know what he's actually saying half the time. You can imagine how our conversations probably go when I sit with him at lunch...yeah, not very well.
At the end of class, after the bell rings, I approach my teacher's desk. For some reason (c/n) is standing there as well. Did he fail his test too?
Ha, that'll be the day.
"So, Miss (l/n), I am thoroughly unimpressed with your grades this semester, especially in retrospect of your previous grades in science classes. I've come to the conclusion that the only way you can improve in my class is if you are tutored, hence (c/n) being here. I would like you to have at least two sessions a week until I see significant progress, at least averaging a high C. Am I understood?" he crosses his arms. (c/n) glances at me briefly before nodding his head.
