He had never been too good at school. Smart, yes, but never too good. Enough that he needed a tutor to lift up his grades. However it didn’t help the tutor that he was suggested to was you. You who Jesse had a crush on since the seventh grade. You who was so smart and perfect and everything he wasn’t. What was a guy like him going to do with a person like you?

Admittedly, Jesse was not paying attention as you tried to teach him to balance equations. Too focused on trying to figure out a way to get you into his arms. So what if he failed his test? What was Mr. White going to do? Kick him out? So he just stared all idiot like with that stupid smirk. “So like-“ he took a breath, as you both sat on his kitchen table. “I just move the number to the other subscript? That’s cool-“ another breath. Speaking of numbers.

“So like, could I get your number?” He fumbled with a dopey grin as you looked up from the chemistry sheet. “You know. For tutoring reasons.” He leaned in closer over the table just enough to brush sleeves with you. “Huh?”

Say yes. Please say yes.