School Secret - Chapter 3

School Secret
Norway x Reader
Chapter 3 - Tutoring

"UGH. I DON'T GET IT." You shouted in frustration, gaining a heavy sigh from the man sitting next to you.

Much to your dismay, your parents had gladly signed the contract and literally forced you to begin tutoring with said teacher. You pleaded, begged, and cried, but to no avail. They were unphased by your complaints and just continued on with supporting your teacher's tutoring plans. Great. So, here you were now, unable to solve this same problem you had been working on for the past twenty minutes.

"It goes like this-"

"I STILL DON'T GET IT!!" you interrupted, throwing your hands up in defeat. There was no way you could do this; math was your worst subject.

"_______, If you do not try harder, then you will never get it."

"But, Mr. Bondevik, I don't get it at all!"

The blonde man frowned at your persisting negativeness towards the subject of Math. "Just try and understand."

"I'm trying!"

"You are whining, not trying."

"...B-But..."

"Here..." He scooted a little closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, and gently took the pencil from your grasp. You felt your face heating up as his hand brushed against your very own. As if not noticing all of the awkwardness in the air, Mr. Bondevik began writing with the pencil he had just taken from your hands. In a matter of seconds, he was done. You hadn't watched him work out the problem. If fact, you were too busy freaking out by your shoulders touching.

"Do you understand?" He questioned, lifting the pencil from his work.

"What?"

"_______, please, watch me while I work these problems."

"Oh. Sorry.." You looked down at the paper, hoping and praying that he would not notice the slight pinkness creeping on your cheeks.

Apparently, he didn't seem to notice since he went back to explaining the problem yet again. This time, you made sure to pay attention and it payed off in the end. You actually understood how to work the problem now!

"I get it!" you cheered.

"Good," Mr. Bondevik nodded, approvingly. "Now, you must learn these as well-"

"WHAT?"

"You were supposed to have learned these in class, _______."

Your face hit the desk with a large "wham" sound. "Uggghhhhh..."

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Friday soon came and, with Mr. Bondevik's help, you were more than prepared for it. As soon as the quiz was passed out, you got to work and easily solved each problem on the sheet of paper. Wow, tutoring really did help you.

It was even more suprising when you were the first person to stand up and hand your quiz into your teacher. He looked up to you and gave a slight nod before taking the paper from your grasp. You nodded back also, heart beat accelerating, then went to sit back down in your assigned desk. The constant beating in your chest didn't subside no matter how hard you tried. You would think of other things, then the thought would casually lean towards Mr. Bondevik each time and make your heart beat even faster than before. Why did you feel this way? You still didn't know..

Once all the quizzes were handed in, the teacher allowed people to talk quietly to one another without moving seats. That was always the policy of a strict teacher most of the time; it was like they were all in alliance with one another just to make students' lives terrible. You made a mental note to ask Mr. Bondevik about that later.

A small tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked over to see who it was only to find a familiar smiling face staring back at you.

"Hey, _______. What did you think of that quiz? Hard, huh?"

You smirked. "Nah. It was easy, Alfred."

The blonde looked taken aback by this before responding, "_______, the worst person with Math, actually said that the quiz was easy!? Oh God! The world is going to freaking end!! Everyone! Run for your lives before it's too late!!"

You raised an eyebrow at his short rant. "Is it that hard to believe that I thought that the quiz was easy?"

"Pfft. Yes."

You shot the blonde a quick scowl. "Hey! I take that offensive!"

He only laughed. "I'm just kidding, _______."

"Hmph," you pouted.

"So, has anyone asked you to Homecoming yet?"

You gave him an odd look before responding, "No..Why are you asking?"

"Because, y'know, it's coming up soon. You might wanna find someone to go with before everyone is taken."

"I'm going with friends."

Alfred stuck his tongue out at your remark. "No way! This is your Senior year, you need to find someone to go with!"

"Why can't I just go with my friends?"

"I just said why, silly."

Your palm met your face at Alfred's unreasonability. "Whatever.."

Your thoughts returned to your Math teacher as Alfred blabbed on about some useless topic. Maybe, he would be a good candidate as your Homecoming date? Your face flushed at this thought. No way! You were still unsure about your true feelings for the teacher, so that was that. But, maybe, it wouldn't hurt to mention the Homecoming dance in one of your tutoring sessions.. In your mind, that was the smartest idea to proceed with seeing as how you needed to sort your feelings out before inviting a teacher, of all people, to go to the Homecoming dance with you. Yeah, definitely the best idea so far.