𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

81 - Kevin (Part 1)

8.13.19
genre: fluff
KEVIN - ( •̀ω•́ )σ
length: 2-3 parts
P.O.V: 1st & reader insert
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"Y/N, come here for a moment," The teacher called me over as I was just about to head out of the classroom. My friends paused for a moment, but I dismissed them with a wave. They mouthed, 'good luck!' to me, already predicting what was about to come.

"What do you want?" I rolled my eyes boldly, walking back inside with my hands stuffed into my pockets.

"Your grades," The teacher began, pointing at the stack full of F's and C's I'd received this past semester. I eyeballed them then shifted my gaze back to him, giving him an arch of my brow. Was that supposed to be intimidating?

"Your grades aren't going up, Y/N. You're skipping class, and your attitude doesn't even make up for the fact you're failing my class. If you want to pass and not redo my class for another year, you're going to have to somehow make up for that," He pointed out.

Nothing scared me in that except for the fact that I'd have to redo his class?! Hell no, he was the most boring and incompetent teacher I knew out of this entire school! I mentally face-palmed, letting out a small groan of disdain.

"I assume you don't like that idea," The teacher mused.

"Of course I don't! Who would want another year with you?" I gave him a look.

The teacher seemed to be trying really hard not to discipline me right then and there. I could see his neck veins popping out from anger, as well as his entire face burning red. It was kind of funny, to be honest. Besides him being really inadequate, his reactions were hilarious.

"If you want to pass my class, then I have an idea. My top student is willing to tutor you, so if you get tutored and redo all of these tests and quizzes and assignments that you failed and get a passing grade, then I'll replace them and let you pass. If not, then you can take summer classes as well as redo this entire grade."

"Wha- Tutor?!" My jaw nearly dropped to the ground. "Especially a student tutor?"

"Of course. He's a great role model. Instead of slacking off, maybe you can learn from him," The teacher sarcastically said before pulling out a sheet of paper from his desk. "Here, this is his contact information, name, picture, and grade. It's for free."

I reluctantly grabbed and stared into the paper, automatically scanning his picture. "Ooh, he's not bad looking," I commented, eyes sparkling as they trailed down to his name. Kevin Moon? I whipped out my phone and added his phone number into my contacts. "Thanks for the blind date, 'teach. I never thought I'd get set up from you," I finger-gunned at him before leaving dramatically.

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I was at home on my bed, rolled over onto my back with my phone in my hands.

"Hm, should I text him?" I scratched at my cheek. "Or should I give the benefit of the doubt?"

The teacher's words floated around in my head. 'You'll have to redo my class.. Summer classes..' They seemed to echo repeatedly as if it was a reminder. I ruffled my entire hair with frustration, kicking around. "Ugh!"

I finally brought up his contact and texted him:

'Yo.'

An immediate response followed up.

'Is this Y/N L/N?'

I jolted up, a little surprised but at the same time intrigued. A small smile curled onto my face. "So he knows my name?" I said wondrously aloud. "Did the old 'teach tell him I was going to contact him?"

'Yup. Soo.. Are ya gonna teach me sh*t or what?'

'Mind the language. Also, I need to know where and when we can meet. I'm available on Wednesdays and Fridays.'

'Ew, yuck, you're those studious kids who are teacher's pets, right?'

I made a face, seeing how he was texting. This was not going to be a fun ride. Even if his face was highly appreciated, his personality wasn't going to be one I'd be happy dealing with.

I was lazy, irresponsible, temperamental, and anything but studious and perfect. For all I'd care I can skip college, but I definitely did not want my parents finding out- Not that they cared anyway. But anyway, I wasn't close to being that picture perfect student I assumed this boy was.

Especially if he was recognized by my teacher, then he was definitely some prestigious kid. Maybe he's rich? That could explain it. Unless he's like those main protagonists in dramas, animes, webtoons, and fanfictions that they work hard because they're poor and their family is dying.

Kevin responded, 'No.'

I felt offended. He's stoic too?! Jeez, the girls must go crazy over him. They always love the heartless type. But not me! I'm not going to be fazed by this tryhard.

I puffed my cheeks out, a little irritated.

'Hmph, well you didn't have to be so mean about it. Tomorrow's Wednesday, so I'll go to'

I paused, not sending the message quite yet. Where would they meet? Definitely after school, but I did not want to go to a public library or anything. The silence just made me itch all over. I hate it to the point I'd even blast music to break the silence.

My house?

Hm.. My parents are never home, so I wouldn't mind. Plus, I'd get to be able to get up and eat snacks every time without worrying about getting hungry. And I have an excuse to waste time. I nodded and grinned.

'Come to my house! Tmwr after school.'

He was typing..

'Send me your address,' He sent.

I pumped my fists into the air. "Woohoo!" Wait. I deadpanned. "Am I going to have to clean the apartment?" I hopped out of bed and ran out of my bedroom, looking at the accumulated mess I had.. 

"Aah! I made a mistake!" I rushed to grab my phone and I hastily texted,

'Actually, nevermind. Can we go to a cafe or something?! Please?!' I begged desperately.

'No. Library, your house, or mine.'

I did not want to go to the studious kid's house! No way, no how! I had a plan mapped out and everything- I would be so much more uncomfortable at Kevin's house than the library.. I shuddered, just imagining it.

'Ok, ok, fine. My house. My address is .....'

And I sent the address, feeling concerned as my eyes roamed over the scattered shirts, chip bags, cups I hadn't washed.. 

"Godd*mmit," I rubbed my face with my hands with a groan of dismay.

And soon Wednesday rolled around..