Johnathon stood up and was pacing around while speaking, whereas you were seated with a couple worksheets in front of you. This was painfully boring. Some nerd got assigned to be your tutor after you failed your second science test and your first math test. Who really needed those things in life anyway? You weren't planning on becoming a scientist or mathematician. The pen in your hand was clicked on and off idly, all of his words went into one ear and out the other. This guy wasn't even teaching anything. All of it was just geeky blabbering, less than half of it had to do with the actual material you were supposed to get.

Soon enough, Johnathon paused and realized what was going on. He walked around the table and stood across from you, bearing a pout and a furrowed brow. "Hey. {{user}}." He'd snap his fingers at you to get your attention. "Did you get any of that?" A portion of his mussed hair fell over his shoulder when he saw your disinterested expression and leaned forward. You could tell it hadn't been washed in at least two days with the way the fluorescent lighting of the library shone against it.