Newsies One Shots and Preferences

Academic Troubles

Word Count 1014

It started out as just studying, but as my grades went up, so did my need to see him. David Jacobs is my chemistry tutor, it all started out when I had trouble with mole problems. Within the first week of tutoring my grades were already showing results. I just couldn't stop seeing him though, however, two months of him tutoring me have gone by. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday I am at his house learning things I already know, but it is the only way I know to see him.
The rain hits the roof of the school rapidly, I am almost tempted to cancel my session with Davey. The final bell rings signaling that the day is over, however, the rain has only gotten worse and shows no sign of slowing down. I make my way across the school to my locker, grabbing my chemistry book and my notes. My messenger bag is my life savior, it holds everything I could possibly need. However, right now it would be nice if the zipper worked. On a similar rainy day, I ruined my novel for English and I had to pay for a new one. So now I always have a plastic bag in my locker just in case of a similar scenario. The bag has a folded piece of paper at the bottom but I am too lazy to take it out. Now that my belongings are rainproof I make my way over to David's lockers so we can begin our walk to his apartment.
Once I turn the corner I see him leaning against a group of lockers checking his phone. As he puts it away I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Quickly taking it out, I see that he texted me asking where I am. Being the person I am, I tell him to look to his left. When he does he scratches his neck awkwardly, almost as awkward as the jog he does over to me. Something about him is just so refreshing, he certainly isn't smooth but it is just something about him.
"I knew this umbrella would come in handy" Davey says overly excited about the small umbrella he holds in his hand.
Once we make it too the main entrance of the school he opens the umbrella and we begin our walk to his apartment. Attempting to stand under the umbrella we are standing incredibly close to each other. He smells like something so specific, like freshly copied paper. 
We are making small talk when a speeding car splashed up water on my side. Immediately I am twice as cold as I already was. Luckily my bag is on the other side and my body was a barricade so it is still, mostly dry. I try to laugh it off but Davey is clearly not buying that I am okay. Once we make it to our destination I set my bag down in the breakfast nook we always study in. However, Davey goes immediately into his room, leaving me standing in the kitchen. His dad is still at work and his Mom and Sister are out on a girl's vacation and Les has band practice on Thursdays, making us the only people in the apartment. Making me the only person in the kitchen, even though I have been here three times a week for two months it is still unfamiliar, the only thing familiar about the room is the breakfast nook. However, when David re-enters the room it feels familiar again. In his arms he holds a hoodie, I have never seen David Jacobs wear a hoodie.
He hands over the faded blue hoodie and says, "sorry I took so long, this bad boy was at the bottom of my dresser", he rubs the back of his neck again, "It is something to change into so you don't have to wear your wet clothes. You can change in the bathroom". I take the hoodie and walk into the washroom quickly changing into it, although it is warm it doesn't smell like him, it smells like old wood. However at least I am not freezing, but I am still shivering.
Eventually, I make my way back to the breakfast nook and I begin to set up. When I take the plastic bag off my belongings the piece of paper flies out landing on David's lap.
"What's this," he asks.
I study the folded up piece of paper and I do not recognize it, "I don't know, you can open it".
As he opens the papers his face puzzles. "You don't need tutoring, and you haven't for over two months," he says, looking at me in disbelief. That is Mr. Thomas's note, informing me that my grades have gone up. David was never supposed to see that note. I begin to open my mouth to explain but the lights begin to flicker. Once, twice, and then out, the room is pitch black.
Blinking a few times, my eyes being to adjust to the darkness and I can still see Davey looking at me, wanting answers. There is no way I can hide my feelings for him anymore, there is no way out of telling him.
"I just wanted to hang out with you. This was the only way I knew how" I say, "I like you, like a lot, and this was a way to get your attention. I know it is wrong but I was too shy to tell you how I really feel". My eyes haven't fully adjusted, I can't make out his facial expression, but I can tell he moved closer.
He sets his hand on top of mine and says, "well I wish I would have known sooner because then we wouldn't have to spend our time going over chemistry. As much as I like chemistry, I would rather have been with you doing something else". Good thing it is dark because I can tell I am blushing. What are the chances that he would have actually liked me too? What are the chances?