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{—as soon as the words left his lips, Sabine had dug out a lesson plan of her own and slapped it excitedly on his desk. “See here,” she panted excitedly as she scooted closer to the desk and pointed at the neatly scrawled paper with a long thin finger.”Here is where I excel and here,” she paused a flush of frustration reaching her pale cheeks, ”Is where I can use some help. I’ve written up a schedule for myself but I—”
another pregnant pause as more crimson crawled to the fore. ”I need your help Sir, w-will you tutor me?” oh how embarrassing it was to ask him for help, but Sabine desperately lacked skills in mathematics where she tried to excel, but could not rise above. limpid sapphire pools rose to meet his gaze, alabaster teeth tugging on an already swollen worried bottom lip. ”Please?” —}
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, great. So she was one of those students. Completely organized, adamant on her grades– well, at least she took schooling seriously. Not that he was like that when he was her age and truthfully, if they were the same age, he would’ve found her to be a joke, but– it wasn’t like that now.
“Math, huh?” He asked, eyes skimming over the problematic area. “I’ll see if I can help, but math isn’t exactly my forte. Kind of why I teach English and Art. You’re doing alright in those subjects, I hope. Though now I’m wondering why you’ve come to me and not one of your other teachers who are better at this particular subject..”
{—Oh, she realized what he thought she was doing. to be honest, the young woman found herself a bit hurt that the professor thought her merely a leech trying to get ahead by brown nosing. oh no, she truly enjoyed learning. she would show him that. “Excuse me, Professor.” the sapphire eyed student apologized, affixing her glasses even more comfortably upon her freckle kissed pale nose.
”But my grades are actually quite important,” a small flush of pink crept up her cheeks showing just how passionate she was about her work. “Even if I’m doing well, there are ways I could do even better.” a small flash of alabaster dictated a smile as she added after a pregnant pause. “At your leave, of course.” —}
“–is that so?”
it was said with a hint of disbelief, but he didn’t want to be that guy that assumed before he had the facts to back up the assumption. she would be given the benefit of the doubt– for now.
Muse A is a student and is in one of muse B’s classes, and after a while they begin to speak. At first it’s only academic-related but soon their conversations begin to wander, and so do their thoughts.
“–your grades are fine, Miss Ginu. There’s no need to be an over achiever.”
Not that he was disappointed, per say. Just merely.. not interested in those that tried to suck up to him to raise their grade ; something that happened rather frequently with being a college professor. He taught two subjects – English and Art – and you would be surprised at how many deemed it necessary to try so little during class and yet expect him to bend to their will.
