Random Imagines

Chase Davenport//Tutor

"Mrs.Racki! I do NOT need a tutor." I told my teacher, even though I was almost failing.

"I know you don't like needing help, but you need help, y/n. This isn't up for discussion."

A boy walked in, with his Math book.

"Mr. Davenport, you're just in time. I need you to help tutor y/n here. She's having a bit of trouble."

"I can do it myself." I mumbled.

"I don't care where you meet, just make sure she gets an A on this next test. It's worth 80% of your semester grade."

I sighed and we left the room.

"So, do you want to meet at my place or yours?" He asked me.

"Yours. Mines a mess."

"Okay. Let me text Mr. Davenport... I mean dad."

"Okay. I'm gonna wait outside I guess."

I walked outside and saw three other kids.

"What is taking chase so long. I want to go home so I can go shopping." The girl said to the others.

"He's probably getting next weeks homework, nerd." The tall attractive one said.

I felt awkward just standing there, so I walked back inside.

"Chase, Uh. I think your siblings are outside waiting for you."

"Okay. Let's go then." He smiled.
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We arrived at Chase's house after a short car ride, and meeting his siblings.

"What room do you want to study in?" He asked.

"The stools by the kitchen are fine."

He nodded and we walked over to the counter with the stools.

We pulled out our Math books and our homework papers.

"Okay. You can do basic math, right." He joked.

"Yes. I can do basic math." I got offended.

"Sorry. I was just joking."

"It's fine."

I grabbed my pencil and stared at my paper.

"Can you solve for X?" He asked seriously.

"I guess. Sometimes I get it right."

"Okay, well..."

He went on to explain how to find x.

"Try one." He watched me as I did the first problem.

"9?"

"No... it's supposed to be 6. Where did you get 58 from? It's supposed to be 28." He referred to one of the numbers in the problem. "How are you coming up with these numbers?"

"I'm not stupid." I said quietly. "I'm trying, Chase. I can't do it. I get nervous and the numbers just get jumbled up in my head and I-" I stopped talking.

He looked confused for a second, then his eyes widened and he wrote down a number.

"What number is this?" He asked.

"95?"

He sighed.

"No, it's 62. I think you have a form of numerical dyslexia."

"What's dyslexia?"

"Basically, the wiring in your brain is mixed up, cause your 6's to look like 9's and your 2's to look like 5's." He explained.

"And that's why I suck at math? I'm not... just stupid."

"You're not stupid, y/n, your brain just works differently than everyone else's." He smiled at me.

I smiled back at him.

"Maybe we could finish my homework, then I can go home and ask my mom to take me to the doctor."

"Yeah, for sure. I'll help you."

He helped with my homework, watching me closely as I messed up my 2,5,6, and 9's.

"So this is a... 9?" I hesitated.

"Yes. It looks like a 6 doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

We finished our homework, and he walked me to his front door.

"Thanks for helping me, chase. Without you I don't think I would've figured out I have this dyslexia thing... so, thanks." I smiled and kissed his cheek.

He basically froze, blushing. Causing me to smile even more and bite my bottom lip.

"See you tomorrow, chase." I left his house and walked to my own.

I asked my mom to take me to do the doctor, and she made an appointment for a month from now. Turned out that I did have numerical dyslexia, so I called chase; I had grown close to the genius, and wanted to tell him in person.

"Chase, Hey. I just got back from the doctor, wanna go out for froyo and I can tell you about it?" I asked him with a smile on my face.

"You sound happy, So yes."

"Okay. See you in ten minutes."

I walked to the froyo place and met him there.

"So, how'd it go?" He sat down.

"Great!"

"Do you don't have it?"

"No, I do."

"How is that great?" He asked.

"Because all my life I've just felt so stupid for not being able to do math, it's the only subject I'm bad at. This gives me a reason. I'm not stupid, I'm just special." I smiled.

"Yeah, you are." He have a small smile.

I blushed and smiled.

"Chase, I've been wondering lately... would you maybe wanna go on a date with me? If you're interested."

He smiled big, then he started freaking out.

"Uh... I can't. I'm sorry. I have to go!" He got up and walked out.

I sighed.

He left his phone.

I walked to his house and knocked on his door.

Chase answered it.

"You Uh, you left your phone." I stated awkwardly.

"Thanks." He took it.

"Okay... see you at school, I guess." I turned around.

I hoped that he'd say something, tell me to come back, that he'd love to go out with me.

But I rounded the corner and he never said anything. So that's that.

Little did you know, he really wanted to say yes; but he was afraid his double life would get you hurt or killed, and he didn't want that.