𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐲 || 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲

2

Chapter: 2

It was the last day of the week, I only had two classes today. Math and history, my favorite subjects, as you can tell already...

Before I got up, I checked my phone and saw a goodmorning text from Simon as usual.

Of course I replied to him directly.

I did my whole morning routine and even got extra time left to choose my outfit.

It was a good day. I was wearing a cute outfit and my hair wasn't giving me a hard time today. That doesn't happen very often.

As soon as Simon pulled up in front of my house, I grabbed my bag, an apple to eat on the way and my jacket.

***
My first lesson was history. Why do we need to learn about things that happened in the past? I don't get the need of it. We live in the present and don't need to know what our stupid grand grand grand parents had for breakfast.

With that being said, the lesson wasn't that bad actually. We had to do a groups assignment about the WWII. Someone in my group was a big fan so he kinda did the whole assignment by himself. I'm not complaining.

We even finished the assignment before the lesson ended, so that was perfect.

Now it was time for the last lesson of the week, but definitely the most horrible lesson of them all... math.

***
I sat down in my chair and put my books on the table.

The teacher started explaining the hard exercise that we needed to complete for today.

When he finished, we were halfway through the lesson already.

He told us at the beginning of the lesson that he would give us the grades of our latest test.

It was sorted alphabetical;

...Ian...has a B+
...Isla...has a B
...Jasmine...has a F

Damn it. You've got to be kidding me. My average grade is so bad already, and this makes it even worse..

The teacher kept on saying everyones grades and we could see our mistakes afterwards.

He went around the classroom to talk to some people and I saw him making his way towards me already.

'So Jasmine, this isn't your best grade,' he said while pointing at the big red F written on my paper.

No shit sherlock.

'Well, I tried my best,' I responded.

'Try harder, because it's not working,' he said, what made me roll my eyes at him.

'But don't worry, I arranged something for you,' he added to his sentence.

'Oh,' I answered curiously.

'I think that it would be great for you to get a tutor, so you can ask everything you want to know and get help with making your exercises,' he explained.

'Sure. Who is it?' I asked directly, being a bit curious.

'I asked him to come around after this class, it's a senior,' he said.

Oh my, I've got a feeling who it might be..

***
The lesson officially ended and I was still waiting in the classroom for my tutor to show up.

After a while, I heard a knock on the door.

The door opened quickly after that.

'Corbyn! How lovely that you are tutoring people in need of help,' my teacher said, admiring Corbyn as he walked over to his desk.

'Thank you, Mr Williams. I try my best,' he answered, almost bragging about it.

I doubt that he only tutors those girls...

'Hey, I'm Corbyn,' he suddenly said and reached out his hand, waiting for me to shake it.

'Jasmine,' I responded and shook his hand.

'Can I rely on you guys that you'll schedule the tutoring lessons?' Mr Williams said and gave me and Corbyn a sharp look.

'Of course sir. I'm taking this really seriously and I will try my best to help Jasmine with her grades,' Corbyn answered with a smile.

Damn, he talks so smoothly. I'm wondering if this is just an act that he is putting on.

'I hope to see your grades improve soon Jasmine,' the teacher told me at last.

I nodded and followed Corbyn out of the classroom.

'Can I get your number?' Corbyn asked after I closed the classroom door behind me.

I gave him wide eyes.

'So we can arrange the tutoring lessons?' Corbyn added.

'Oh, yeah, of course,' I said and laughed it off.

I'm so dumb.

I took my phone out my pocket and searched for my number. I do not know it by heart. It doesn't happen very often that someone asks for my number. Again, I'm a boring bitch.

I found it in a couple of seconds and faced the screen to Corbyn, so he could read the numbers.

'Got it,' Corbyn said and put his phone back in his bag.

'When do you have some free time?'

'Uhhh...' I responded, going through my agenda in my head.

'This saturday?'

'Yeah, I'll see you then,' Corbyn said and took off.

I didn't even get the time to say something back. This is already going great.

***
It was time for me to leave. I needed to go to Corbyn his house for the tutoring lesson. Corbyn Besson. A senior. I just hope I won't embarrass the shit out of myself.

I hopped in my car and blasted some music. I had already put his address in Google Maps, so I would find it right away.

He didn't even live that far away from me.

But when I reached the road where his house was supposed to be, I couldn't find the driveway.

I got kinda nervous.

Was I supposed to call him and tell him that I can't find his driveway? How much more can I embarrass myself?

I had no other option.

I was already pretty late so..

I decided to call Corbyn. Probably, my baddest idea in ages, but I didn't see a different option.

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