I'm In Love With My Student *Grayson Dolan fan fic*

Tutor

*bell rings for 5th period*
"Isabella I need to speak with you for a minute"

"Sure, Mr. Johnson"

"Someone has been struggling a lot in math and it sure is showing in his grades. He's a great kid and I know his dad wouldn't allow a grade lower than a B.."

"Um okay, is there anything I can do to help. Are you asking me to tutor him?"

"Our grading policy doesn't allow extra credit, but yes You can tutor him."

"That's great, who is it, and when will we study?"

"Grayson Dolan"
My jaw dropped
No not him. Please anyone but him.

"Are you sure, it's Grayson Dolan?"

"Yes, will there be a problem Isabella"

"No, I- I'll tutor him. Thanks."

Grayson is the hottest guy in the school. I've had a crush on him sense 8th grade. He has probably never even noticed me in all our years of school. And now I'll have to tutor him. This is just great. I'm not even pretty. He'll think I'm a weirdo, a freak.

*Once I get home*
I take off my book bag, and kick off my boots that clearly don't even look like expensive uggs like most teenage girls have. I walk into the kitchen; the pantry to get some Doritos and watch YouTube. Preferably the Dolan Twins. I have a little time before my singing lessons start. I'm not very popular. You could say I'm at the midway section of the social pyramid. Which makes me semi-nerd or semi-social. I don't look like a nerd, but I'm just known to be weird. My friend group is weird. I'm very good at math. You probably would think I'm a stereotypical nerd. I'm not rich, not that pretty, at least I don't think so, and never been asked out. I guess I don't have mush self esteem.

I go upstairs and put on makeup. My mom says coming in.

"Why are you putting on makeup Isabella?"

"Uh- um, what this? Oh it's not that much I like to wear it for fun, that's all."

I'm not aloud to wear a lot of makeup. My mom says it makes people look fake. I think way too much makeup does, but not all makeup.

"Okay, are you ready to go?"

"Yup"

*Driving to the theater for singing lessons*

Sorry I'm skipping this I don't feel like including the singing lessons

I'm getting ready to go to bed. I just get done brushing my teeth and washing my face. I go in to my bed and put my phone on charge. I'm on it for about 30 min scrolling through twitter, Instagram etc.

Oh god. I forgot all about Grayson. This is terrible, how am I gonna fall asleep. I mean, he has to be good at math? The football team has to have good grades so why does he need tutoring? He is cute though. God he's cute. Why me. Why him. Now that I realize it, he's in my English class, gosh he's terrible at English, only cause he's dyslexic. I think it's kinda cute. I just wanna stare into his eyes and never look back. God he's so beautiful