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thamana's pov :

"thamana!" aria shouts

"what?" i groan, resting my head on the palm of my hand

"nothing. you were just spacing out for a long time. are you ok? also, weren't you gonna tell me about what happened in math?"

"yes. i was." i sigh

"ok. what's up? you know you can talk to me right?" she asks in worry

"i appreciate it but, it's about grayson."

"grayson? grayson dolan?" she whisper shouts

everyone turns around to look at our table and i look back, giving them a small smile.

i watch as aria turns back around towards my direction and i glare at her in anger. she smiles, chuckling a bit.

"thamana, grayson is coming over here." she suddenly says, looking behind me

"stop tricking me aria." i chuckle

"no thamana. he's actually coming here with his friends."

i turn around with furrowed eyebrows and i meet grayson's eyes. i quickly turn back around and clear my throat, shoving my head into my arms.

"act like i'm going to the bathroom-"

"where you going thamana?" a hoarse voice asks

aria mouths a 'sorry' and i smile at her, turning around.

"bathroom." i mutter

"well, i need to talk to you. privately."

i look behind and aria gives me a nod to go on but i glare at her, indicating i don't want to go. grayson watches us both but grabs my hand gently and pulls me towards the doors of the cafeteria.

"where are we going?" i ask shyly

"the janitor's closet" he replies

we make our way to the janitors closet and grayson turns on the light. i back myself up to the wall and cross my arms across my chest, looking around the closet.

"what did you want to talk about?" i ask

"tutoring."

"tutoring?" i ask in confusion 

"ya, didn't ms. smith tell you?" he asks

"uh no? why what's wrong?"

"you have a perfect grade in that class and i have had an f since last semester. i need to get it up for football or i'll get kicked off the team. so, you have to tutor me."

"she never told me any of this." i say, looking down at the ground

we stand there looking at each other from time to time and grayson chuckles, cracking his knuckles.

"when do you wanna start?" i ask

"she said tutoring should start as soon as possible. so if you aren't busy, we can try maybe today... at my house?" he asks

"sure but, let me tell my mom really quickly."

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"thamana, why are you calling me? aren't you at school?"

"uhm ya but i'm at lunch right now. i just have a quick question..."

"ya what's wrong. are you ok?"

"ya i'm fine. i was just wondering if i could go over to someone's house because i have to tutor them."

"well it's nothing else except for tutoring right?"

"nothing else ma."

"then, i guess it's ok. but be back home by 6. your dad and i will be home by 9."

"ok thanks mom. i'll see you guys tonight."

"wait! give me the mom's number in case."

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i groan in annoyance and look at grayson. he pulls out his phone, finds his mom in his contacts, and hands me the phone to tell my mom the number.

guess he heard mom.

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"can i go now mom?"

"yes, but keep me updated."

"ok, ok i will. bye mom."

"bye hun."
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i slowly tuck my phone away and meet grayson's eyes. he hides his little smile from me and i roll my eyes, chuckling slightly.

"do you have to tell your mom everywhere you go?" he chuckles

"yes." i sigh 

"i find it cute."

i tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear, not knowing what to say since i'm bad at responding to compliments.

"i'm gonna need your number." grayson says

"oh, ya sure." i reply, grabbing his phone and putting in my contact

"i'll see you after school, next to your locker." he smiles, backing up to the door

"ya sure. see you then."

"see you later." he winks and walks out

i glare at the door and shake my head, getting rid of my thoughts and walk out the closet only to bumping into someone.

"i'm sorry i-"

"thamana, what happened in there?" aria asks

"let's go outside and i'll tell you."

she immediately grabs my wrist and throws me my backpack with her other hand. i catch it surprisingly but glare at her for no warning given.

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