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Summary: You know the rumors about Zach, but when he asks you to tutor him you comply.

Warnings:N/A

You scribbled away in your notebook, barely bothering to look down as you write. Instead your eyes were focused on the professor lecturing in front of the white board. Every so often you would stop and stretch your hands, placing your pen between your lips as you massaged away the aches in your joints. With another glance up at the professor you couldn’t help but notice a boy slide in the doors. His plaid shirt was disheveled, and his hair messy under the black beanie he wore. The bags under his eyes were prevalent even from a distance as he scanned the seats carefully until he spotted one of the only empty seats in the large lecture hall. Between the chain on his jeans and the chain necklace he wore, you could hear a quiet jingling as he took the seat next you. You had finally refocused on writing when he turned to you and began whispering.

With a sigh you simply nodded and handed him a pen and a piece of paper. You were nice, but still annoyed, purposefully you gave him a bright pink pen as if that evened the score after he interrupted your learning.

For the remainder of the class you tried your best to stay focused but Zach’s cologne and constant shifting in his seat proved to be too distracting. Finally, the clock struck 11am; you carefully packed your things away in your backpack in its designated spot.

“Thanks. I’m Zach by the way.” He said handing you the near neon pink pen.

“Y/N.” You said unceremoniously as you tucked the pen into the pencil case in your bag and zipped it up. You stood up, ready to walk out and be done with the conversation but he stood in front of you.

“I thought so. I’ve heard of you. Top of our class and model pre-med student. I was wondering if you could maybe help tutor me.” He shot you a sheepish smile as he fiddled with the straps of his backpack.

“All my tutoring spots are full. I recommend you go to the tutoring building and ask if anyone else is still available.” You said, brushing off invisible particles from your pristine black skirt. You tried to appear cold and callous. You were stressed out enough and the last thing you needed was another student under your wing.

“I tried. Everyone is full and won’t take anyone this late in the semester. I know you don’t really know me, but I need this. I’m on the verge of losing my football scholarship.” You wanted to say no to the party boy in front of you but in that moment he looked sincere.

Up close the bags under his eyes were terrible; it looked like he hadn’t slept in months. You really didn’t want to deal with someone who wouldn’t put in the effort to learn, but it seemed impossible to say no to him. Still, it was likely his partying habits that led to the bad grades and you had little sympathy for that.

“Look, I’m not going to put my effort into a student that ditches classes and parties their way through college instead of studying. If you’re not taking your education seriously that’s on you.” You crossed your arms over your chest, letting the words spill out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

He stopped for a moment as if not expecting you to turn him down. He looked deep in thought as he let out a sigh.

“I take it you’ve heard of me. Give me one shot. One tutoring session. If you feel like I’m not trying hard enough you drop me, no commitment needed and I’ll never bother you again.” His eyes looked deep into yours. You averted your gaze, really considering his offer.

You already had too many students you were tutoring. Everyone knew you were the best biology tutor in the section so many students had gone out of their way to request you months in advance and here he was begging you to take him with only a month left in the semester. It would be unfair to the other students you were unable to take on. Still, you felt for his situation. He needed his scholarship and you wouldn’t feel right letting him drown on his own. One tutor session wouldn’t be too bad right?

“Library at 4 today work for you?” You asked, watching as relief washed over his body and he broke into a smile. He was practically beaming at you.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, really. You won’t regret it I promise.”

You caved and shot him a smile before reaching into your bag for a sticky note and a pen. Hastily you wrote down your number.

“Here’s my number, please don’t make me regret this. I need to get to my next class but I’ll see you at 4 sharp.” You told him seriously as you handed him the sticky note.

“You won’t. Thank you.”

~•~

By the time the clock reached 4 you had already been sitting at a table in the library for twenty minutes. Of course, being you, you were early. Which is why you were annoyed when you waited an extra five minutes and he hadn’t appeared. Right as you considered getting up and leaving he rushed in the door, a drink carrier balancing on top of his book in one hand and a bag of food in the other.

“I know I’m late. Please don’t hate me. I wanted to give you a thank you for helping me. I got you some fruity starbucks tea and a sandwich. I hope you like it, I probably should’ve gotten you something else-“ his words tumbled out of his mouth as he put the items down on the table. Something about him was just so intriguing. You didn’t understand how this rambling mess who bought you tea was the same guy who was a party god. None of the rumors you heard about him made sense.

You cut off his rambling with a smile, “It’s fine. I’m not picky, I appreciate it. Thank you Zach.”

He relaxed and took his seat across from you before handing you the mysterious fruity purple drink and your food.

“You don’t have to buy me anything Zach, I appreciate it but I really do want to help you. All I need is for you to show you’re trying. I have a feeling this will be a regular thing.” You hoped you wouldn’t regret your words, that he really was worth helping.

He beamed at you, allowing you to see why girls flocked to him. He looked cold most of the time, with a slight resting bitch face. But every time he smiled he revealed what a big softie he really was.

“I hope you stick with me Y/N.”

You smiled down at your notebook, “Let’s get to work.”