WHEN YOU ARE HIS MATH TUTOR

"Blake Richardson," Your teacher calls and Blake didn't stand up like everyone did. Currently, math paper was being distributed and since the papers were not arranged according to the register numbers, you got your paper earlier and Blake is the last. Everybody looks at Blake's seat and he was missing.

"So he's not in class today, is he?"

No replies. But a few of them around his bench knew perfectly well that he was under the bench doing god-knows-what. You are in the first bench of the same row as Blake was in the last. You bend down a little to see what he is doing and your jaw dropped to the floor.

He was having a bar of chocolate in his hand. It was a huge chocolate. You sit straight and forget what you saw.

The teacher shakes his head, disappointed. "The next class, he'll get his paper." You are sure Blake would be happy not having to take the papers today to home. "So," the teacher continues, "nobody knows where Richardson is, huh?"

You, like everyone, stay silent. But then, every class has one immature bitch and their voice sends the most unpleasant feeling to your nerves. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"I think Blake is not in the class."

Everybody sighs, she didn't complain, thankfully.

"We all know that." The teacher is annoyed and you can't help but turn around and smirk at her.

"Well, sir," she purrs, "I don't know why I feel like he is not under his bench, sir."

On hearing this, the teacher stormes to his desk and sees under his desk. He is there, with a bar of chocolate, and licking his fingers. The teacher crosses his arms and taps his foot, waiting for Blake to come out.

When he did, the bitch made a drama. "Oooh I'm so sorry I didn't think he was there. Sorry sir, and Blake." The teacher doesn't notice but she winks at him and the whole class sends death glares at her way.

What is the problem of girls like these if anyone in the class does anything?

Is this what they were born for?

Are they going to remind us to roll our eyes at the mention of their existence?

Blake didn't seem bothered by this. He eats the chocolate till the teacher completes his unasked lecture. He hands Blake the paper and Blake rolls his eyes.

He failed? Maybe.

"Y/N!" You jump at the mention of your name. The teacher calls you and you stand up, clumsily. "Y/N, I'd like you to teach him until the next semester. I can't have him fail again. You get that?"

"Yes, sir."

The entire hour, you are concentrated in the class. You forget you had to teach him. At the end of the day, Blake follows you to your locker and asks about the tutorial. "Y/N, you sure you can take class?"

"If the teacher has assigned me a task, I must do it perfectly."

"But what if I don't come to your class." Your eyes go wide and you turn around, ready to chide. "Y/N, just kidding, jeez."

You discuss the timings and leave. But you notice him following you. You appear like you don't notice and walk inside the washroom.

This is unexpected. He almost walks in but stops out. You do your business and come out to see him waiting. You decide to go back in and come out when he goes because it was creepy to be followed in the school. Duh.

All the girls had left in the next two minutes and Blake walks in. "Still here doing what, Y/N?"

"B - Blake! What are you doing here?!" You yell hysterically.

"Shush!" He takes your bag and walks out of the girl's restroom. You follow him behind, now, for your bag that you don't think he'd give anytime soon.

"Y/N?" Blake said, "I'm coming to your place today and you teach me, okay?"

Well, cool, isn't it?

Currently, you both are sitting in your room. You are teaching him the properties of congruency of triangles. "So, Blake, we can find if triangles are congruent if- one, their sides and same le- BLAKE!"

He is staring at your face so intently that was far from the comfortable one. "Jesus! Don't just shout like that, Y/N, you scare me!" He said calmly.

"I scare you? You creep me out. Don't...'' you stay quiet not wanting to offend him.

"Don't what? Stare at you?"

"Umm... maybe...?"

"Fine. Guess what?" He wiggles his eyebrows. "You're being a baby."

"WHAT?" You shut the books angrily and throw it at him. He catches it in time, rolls his eyes and inhales deeply.

"Y/N," he catches his breath and then starts ranting, "If sides are of equal length and angles are equal, triangles are congruent and the symbol of congruency is an extra line after the equals sign and there are properties to find if triangles are congruent that we learnt last year and and I'll continue it in my next breath-"

He inhales loudly and exhales with a sigh. Again, he inhales like he's about to tell but I interrupt him. "You know this, Blake?"

"Yeah."

"Why did you fail?"

"It depends on the teacher. I don't like him I failed. And I'm being right now because I like -"

He was going to say he likes you and to save the embarrassment you cut in, "-fine. Fine."

"And also, Y/N, the chocolate was amazing. I wanted to eat it so bad before it melts."

"Really, Blake? You are not in junior school."

"Really, Y/N? Do you think I care?" He mimics your tone.

"Whatever. You can go home, Blake."

"Sure. But your momma said she woul-"

There is a knock at the door and you open it. Your mum is carrying two slizes of pizza.

AM.A.ZING.

"Thanks, mum."

You also hear Blake thanking but ignore it. He takes both the slices and replaces the plate with three bars of chocolate. You stay quiet. "Y/N, I think I'll go now."

"Really?" Was this kid waiting for the pizza?

"Unless you want me to stay?"

"No. You may leave. Bye."

"Bye but I'll go once I complete this," he says chewing the mouthful of pizza. You open the chocolate bar and start to eat.

After ten minutes, after he completes eating, that is, he returns to his home and you sigh.

What kind of a beautiful boy acts so weird?

Beautiful, really, Y/N? Did you think that?

Yes, I did.

Ugh.