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tangled threads pt. 2
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// extracted from: directory #0020563

If it was Tristan Knight...

(Y/n) groaned as she slammed her head down on the table. "This is impossible," she moaned. "I don't understand any of this. It's been two hours now too! Please, oh Great One, let me go home and sleepppp."

It was Friday after school, and she should be at home enjoying the comfort of her bed. The cat pillow she ordered from the internet had arrived that morning, and all day in school she's been itching to go home to enjoy it to its fullest. But no, that didn't happen. A certain someone has reappeared once again to ruin her fantasy.

Tristan freaking Knight. Her childhood friend and bane of her existence. He's the reason why she's sore every morning. And no, not that, you dirty-minded people. He makes her run laps with him every morning and night.

And now he had appointed himself as her tutor and was forcing her to study with him in his room. He'd dropped by her classroom unannounced and practically kidnapped her. She'd tried calling her father for help, but Mr. White merely laughed and told her to enjoy her day with the youngest Knight son.

Help. Me.

Tristan let out an annoyed sigh from where he sat beside her. He put down his book and rested his head in his hand, his elbow on the table. "Flattery will get you nowhere, (Y/n). What don't you understand?"

"Everything!" She slapped down her pen and leaned back in her seat. "Is this even high school stuff? I don't understand any of it!"

"I did think you were a fool but I never thought you were this hopeless," the blue-haired male sighed. He pulled his chair closer to hers and turned his attention to the open textbook in front of her. "Alright then, I'll guide you through these again so listen up."

He glanced at her. She had taken the opportunity to close her eyes and take a short nap. Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He raised a ruler and hit her sharply on the top of her head with it, snapping her back into reality.

"If you don't focus, I will have to punish you," he said sternly. "How about I change your diet to a vegan one for the rest of this week?"

Her eyes widened in horror. "Anything but that! I'll listen to whatever you say, sir! My ears are wide open!"

She made a big show of staring at him with wide eyes, giving him her full attention. He did not look impressed. Tristan rolled his eyes and pushed her face away from his. "I hope you keep your word."

His lecture went on for another hour. She had to pinch herself several times to stay away, which was almost an impossible task. During the time she spent working on the problems, Tristan had left to get them some snacks and tea. He returned balancing a tea set and a plate of cookies. Her eyes lit up at the sweet treats. As soon as he set them down, her hands darted forward to snatch one up, but he hit her hand with the spine of the book, making her pull her hand back with a hiss.

"That hurt," she whined, massaging the sore area. "Why are you so abusive, sir? If I hurt my hand, I can't do these ungodly tasks called math anymore!"

"Even if you were to lose both arms and legs, I'd make you do them anyway," Tristan said in a flat tone. He poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her. "Drink this. It'll help you stay away."

(Y/n) did as she was told, though still grumbling. "Bully." She shot him a discreet stink eye that he, unfortunately, caught.

"You haven't seen the worse of me yet. And I assure you, it's not something you'd want to see."