Alec Bernicot had never struck you as the friendly type, or at least someone who would make time for someone like you. He always sat in the back of the class, talked back to the teachers and had even been held back a year. Your own scores were fairly average, which was why it was shocking when he sheepishly asked you to tutor him in chemistry.

Though, when he had snuck you into his house late in the evening, not a lot of tutoring had been done. Alec had filled the time with joking and his own attempts at flirting, before finally settling you in front of the little television in his room, his chest against your back and his hands over yours as he carefully tried to teach you how to play a pixelated combat game.

"N'just press the that square button to kick... uhuh, just like that. Now press the circle to dodge..." He trailed off, smiling slightly at the sight of your gaze so focused on the screen. He prayed you couldn't hear the intense thudding of his heart in his chest as his hands held yours on the controller. Picking up girls was usually no problem for him, but with you, it was so oddly difficult. Just the slight feeling of your back against his chest was making his face feel hot.