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Last Month of the semester Your POV
"Um, excuse me. You're Y/N, right?" some freshman asked me.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked her.
"I'm Myla. Professor Wright told me to ask you for help with my homework. He said you're the smartest student here," she replied pushing up her glasses. She was absolutely adorable.
"Of course. I'm free this Friday. I can meet you in the library," I told her.
"Really? I can't get another D my grade is gonna drop and my dad will be pissed off," she explained.
"Hey, it's okay. I'll even help you go over your previous homework, okay?" I told her.
"Thank you so much," she said hugging me. I chuckled and lightly hugged back.
"Not a problem," I told her. I gave her my number to text me. She thanked me again and ran off. I felt someone staring at me, so I looked around to see Megan staring at me with a mean look on her face. I rolled my eyes and left the building to head to practice.
Did practice kick my ass? Hell yeah. Did I love it? Hell yeah. I did my after practice routine and got my lunch from Coach like always. I was walking to my car and bumped into someone.
"Shit, sorry," she said.
"It's fine," I told her.
"Hey, can you tell me where Dr. Washington's office is at? I tried following the map, but I just feel like I'm going in circles."
"It's on the third floor of the library. He has a WWE belt on his door," I told her and she nodded.
"Thank you," she replied.
"You're welcome," I told her. She walked away and I walked to my car only to see Megan leaning against it.
"You can work with everybody else on Fridays, but me, right?" she questioned and I rolled my eyes.
"Work with your friends," I told her and she scoffed.
"Are we not friends?" she asked.
"We aren't. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go home. So get off my car," I told her and she shook her head. I walked over to her and stood in front of her.
"What do you want? My attention?" I asked her and she scoffed again.
"No," she said.
"It surely seems like it. Every time I give my attention to someone else, you get all up in your feelings and catch an attitude with me," I told her and she rolled her eyes.
"I don't have an attitude," she said.
"You gave me a death stare when the girl asked me to help with her with her homework and just now when the girl asked me for directions," I told her, "sounds like you do want my attention and it upsets you when stands in the way."
"I don't want your attention," she said again.
"Okay, good. Now can you move from my car?" I asked her.
"How come when I ask for help you're busy?"
"How come you ditched me for months when we were supposed to be working together?"
"I wasn't ditching you. I forgot."
"I sent you text and you just read them. No need to lie. What do you want from me? I'm too young for you remember? You don't want my attention remember? Why you always in my face then? Why you always catching attitudes when I talk to their females?" I asked her and she remained silent. I picked her up and moved her from off my car.
"I'm too young for you. You don't want my attention," I told her and left campus. Myla had sent me pictures of her homework, so I could come up with ways to help her understand. Megan started to FaceTime me and I groaned.
"What, Megan?" I asked.
"Can you help me with my work? I need to pass the final," she said and I sighed.
"Yeah, I can help," I told her. Hated being so whipped for her.
"Is it okay if I come over?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Okay, be there in a few," she said before hanging up. I put on some sweatpants and sat in the living room waiting for her. Twenty minutes went by and Megan arrived. I let her in and went back to the living room. I opened my laptop and my textbook. We went over a few things until we started joking around.
"Megan, I know you know all this shit," I told her and she blushed.
"How?"
"I'm the one that grades the test and the quizzes," I told her and she looked away, "why are you really here?"
