Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
You were hopelessly failing most of your classes and if you didn't improve soon, it would seriously lower your GPA. So the school had assigned you a tutor, Brian Johnson. At present, he was attempting to explain something to you, but in that classroom with Brian, it grew increasingly harder to concentrate.
♡
His hair was the colour of wheat, falling in strands over his forehead, delicately framing his face and his eyes imitated the glassy, cerulean blue of the ocean. The boy was quiet and shy, yet you knew inside he had a heart of gold. It was painstakingly obvious when he smiled - a bright grin, one that sparked true joy into anyone watching.
You thought he was the boy that girls write poems about. You would definitely like to write a poem about him, you decided. If only you knew how. You guessed the reason he was tutoring you was because you couldn't.
"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" he called, snapping you out of your daze.
You instantly perked up and flashed him a smile. "What? I was paying attention." You batted your eyelids innocently at him.
He rolled his eyes, lightheartedly. "Ok, then answer the question I just gave you."
You were silent for a minute trying to remember the question. "Fourteen?"
He groaned. "(Y/N), I'm teaching you English. I asked you how Charles Dickens portrays social injustice through the juxtaposition of the Cratchit's lack of money to Scrooge's rejection to aid the Surplus Population, despite his exuberant wealth."
"So, not fourteen then?"
Brian banged his head against the desk once, before looking at you. "Not quite, (Y/N). Not quite." He sighed. "(Y/N), I try so hard to tutor you. Why don't you ever pay attention to me?"
It made you sad to see him so upset. You decided the truth was your best option at this point. "Brian, I do try to pay attention. Honestly, I do, but sometimes I get a little distracted." You slowed down as you made eye contact with him.
He cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
You rolled your eyes, before gently pressing a kiss against his cheek. "I'm trying to say I like you, dummy."
Brian blushed and his cheeks transformed into a bright red colour. "Oh, I-I," he stuttered, "I like you too, (Y/N)."
