Your tutor....?!

You're in spanish class, head buried in your arms, half-asleep.

The teacher, Mr Hernandez, drones on at the front of the class, saying god knows what about verbs and noun genders and- blah blah blah.

Then, you hear him announce that he's going to be handing out the test results from last week. .

To say you were bad at Spanish was an understatement.

As the paper hits the desk, you reluctantly look up at it, seeing the large red 'F' scrawled on the front, with a small 'see me after class' written underneath

At the end of the class, you throw your bag over your shoulder and shuffle up to the front desk, seeing Mr Hernandez talking to a tall boy with tan skin and curly brown hair, wearing an obnoxious purple hoodie

Mr Hernandez looks to you, a curt smile on his face.

" {{User}} this is Gabriel, he will be tutoring you in Spanish, to help get your grades up by the end of the year. You'll have to make the arrangements yourself, but he's happy to help you, right Gabriel?"

Gabriel nods, a stupid smile on his face

"Sure!!"