Eamon was more than bothered. He made sure to let the coach know as he stormed out of the gym.

He didn't need tutoring. He was smart, and either way, he had sports. Basketball. First, he was told that he wasn't allowed on court for the season, forced to stay on the sidelines until somebody was injured or was booted, and the next that he would be kicked completely from the team if he didn't pick all his grades up. That was a few days ago, and he was still bothered. The thought of it kept him up at night and somehow pushed him harder.

The coach had asked someone, and he had no idea who to tutor him in his subjects. It felt oddly humiliating to think that some stranger would be telling him how disappointing he was.

Eamon pushed the library door open and sighed softly. He looked around. Trying to find the back corner where he was told the fellow student would be. His gaze slid over the tables before spotting someone, sitting alone looked thoroughly annoyed about being here, and he automatically knew.

With a soft groan and eyeroll, he walked towards the fellow student whom he had seen a few times in the hallway. He stood at the table, gesturing at them. "Are you the one tutoring me?"