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#6
tyler
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⇢ based on preference #1

⇢ warnings/content : it's shitty 🥰

TYLER WAS smart, not the best in every subject, but he was far from the worst. except english. he grew to loathe the subject and everything they read and wrote in the class. literature was the worst though, god he hated it. he only began to dislike it because he never improved and he just couldn't get it, nor could he magically pluck ideas out of thin air like the rest of his classmates. not like y/n could. it didn't help that he sat next to her either.

there were many opportunities for him to ask y/n for help, he just didn't seize them. tyler wouldn't admit it but she made him shy. was it because he was worried she'd ridicule him for it or because she was pretty and smart and he felt inferior to her? probably both, but he'd just tell himself and any other person it was because they weren't really friends.

y/n, however, would say they were friends, maybe not close, but still friends. her friends weren't extremely pleased that she thought that because to them he was known as "the dumb kid in english class" not "tyler." y/n would always throw the book at them for that because she knew he wasn't stupid, he just didn't quite understand and it wasn't his fault he couldn't afford tutoring.

today was far from being the antithesis of any other. when everyone pulled out their copies of 'macbeth', tyler was the only one who groaned and made a fuss about it, though. 'pfft, macbeth', tyler thought to himself, 'who calls their child macbeth? or did he name himself? shit, I need to listen more. I swear everyone has a weird name in this book.'

he flicked through the pages of the book until he arrived at the page titled 'characters' and started to revise them. the class hadn't been studying this for long though, so tyler didn't worry too much. yet. y/n started writing down the date and title in her book, glancing over at him.

"what are you laughing at?" she smirked and furrowed her eyebrows slightly at him. the boy whipped his head around and his cheeks started to glow a tad when he realised he had been breathing through his nose a tad louder than he thought.

"o-oh uhh it's- it's nothing" he really didn't want her thinking he was some sort of allison reynolds type who talks to himself like a fucking weirdo.

"no, tell me!" y/n persisted. "have you ever realised how weird these names are? like seriously look!" he handed her the play and she read through it, breathing heavily through her nose at times. "screw it, i'm changing my name to donalbain, if i was part of this play i'd be him for sure." y/n laughed at his statement. "if i was in this play i'd probably the character that's just called 'an old man'"
"well you look like one so yeah i gue- fuck you, tyler!" they both giggled at their silliness and began focusing on mr chapman like they should've been doing for the past five minutes.

"okay, i know we haven't been studying this for very long so i don't expect your work to be at a high standard or anything. the questions get harder as they go down, you have twenty minutes, if you need help ask the person next to you".

to tyler's surprise, he flew through the first five questions and struggled through the sixth. however, after his forth attempt at writing an acceptable paragraph for question seven, the clunking sound of his forehead meeting with the table rang through y/n's ears and caught her attention. she sighed gently and cocked her head to her left.

"you should try sleeping more." she smiled lightly when tyler raised only his head, allowing the rest of his body to be slumped over the wooden table. "i'm not tired- well, i am, but i can't do this question either." y/n held out her hands and made a grabbing motion like a toddler. once the book landed in her hands she scanned over the two pages that had an overlay of scribbles and failed writing attempts.

she drew a short breath in through the front of her teeth and plainly said, "the only thing you've done well is the opening sentence" she handed it back, "the rest needs improving." tyler threw his hands up. dramatic ass. "you think i don't know that?"

"okay look, i wrote down some ideas for that question, as well as some quotes you can use for evidence and then once you've written about those just link it back to the statement you used." he read through them carefully after thanking her.

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"...and i will see you all on monday, thankyou!" even though mr chapman had dismissed the class, tyler was still working through his paragraph, or what could've been three, considering how much he'd written. "hey, you can go home and sleep now" y/n tapped the back of his head. 'tapping his shoulder would've been more normal, but no, you had to go and touch his hair, didn't you' she thought.

tyler ignored her comment, "can you read this for me?" he stood up, almost nervously, and once again handed it to her.

y/n scanned her eyes over the work and grinned at the improvements he'd made. "is it any better or..." tyler's voice drifted off when y/n looked up at him, nodding. "it's...so much better compared to what you wrote last time, you should be proud of that" he mumbled out some sort of thank you, thinking that was the end of the conversation but when y/n started talking about helping study him outside of school aswell, all he could say was-

"o-oh, really? you don't have to, i-i have someone that helps me with schoolwork- yeah and i can help you study for exams and homework."
"y-yeah sure, i'd like that." y/n raised her brows as if to say oh you would, would you? "shit! not like that, you know what i mean" she laughed softly at how flustered he sounded.

"hey! go home you two, i wanna go home and see my dog."

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don't come at me idk what you lot study in english literature in america, i just go off what i've studied 💀 anyway i don't know what this fuck ass ending is but whatever the next imagine is pretty fucking cute. periodt.