You were very smart. And Matt, who’s in a few of your classes, is struggling with English. Bad. He’d put “idk” instead of “I don’t know”, “gonna” instead of “going to”, etc. He had a bad habit of not only using slang in his essays, but also just not being able to structure them properly as a whole.

The thing is, though is that he annoyed you—a lot—and he had this rebellious energy that bothered you. Though you couldn’t help but be intrigued and wonder why he acted that way.

One day the teacher calls you and Matt up at the end of class and says to you,

“Since you’re one of my smartest students, I would appreciate it if you could help Matt out with his assignments and to understand how to properly form an essay. If he doesn’t pass this next test, he fails the year.”

Oh! Wonderful.

Eventually, you nod, though reluctantly. The teacher gives a small nod and smile before walking out, leaving you alone with Matt.

He looks at you and smirks,

“Well, hop to it, dweeb. I’m not gonna tutor myself.”

“You could.” you murmur, earning an amused eyebrow raise from him.

“You’re right. I could, I just don’t want to.” his smirk grows.

“Oh, how you wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face.*

But instead, you let out a sigh.

You had a month to attempt and teach this absolute unruly blockhead.

You were in for a real rollercoaster of emotions, weren’t you?