Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader
Summary: It’s hard to ignore Ethan when you have to tutor him
Warnings: Probably nothing? Language maybe? Ethan’s lowkey a fuckboy
Westwood High, your wonderful town's local highschool. It wasn't a bad school, it was big enough, with a gym, a pool, two fields. Not that those were your sort of thing. You stuck to your library, your invisibility.
Like every highschool, yours had a hierarchy. You were, admittedly, at the bottom. At the top, the ultimate group. Mark, Tyler, and Ethan. Mark Fischbach is the king bee, nobody messes with him and nobody dare try and dethrone him. He's like one big cliche, stunning, charming, and adored by all. The class clown. He has a girlfriend too, the perfect girl at that; Amy Nelson. She doesn't exactly run in the same circles as Mark, she's quiet and kind. The school's power couple.
Then, Tyler Scheid, Mark's right hand man. They've been best friends since elementary school. He's calm and collected, the mysterious type. Everyone says that he balances Mark out, eases his wild nature and keeps him under control. He's an athlete, star of the football and swim team. Him and Mark are both seniors.
Finally, Ethan Nestor. He's younger than his friends, a junior. He's the one to carry on the legacy, groom a group of underclassmen to do the same after him. He's obnoxious and undeniably irritating. He flirts with everyone and gets anything he wants whenever he wants it. Meanwhile, people like you, regular people, have to work for what they want.
You sat in class, third seat back and farthest away from the door. In the back corner sat the infamous trio, plus two. Mark sat beside Amy, her best friend Kathryn on the other side of her. Ethan and Tyler the row ahead, both twisted back to talk instead of paying attention to Mrs. Mell. She didn't even seem to care.
You could hear the boys goofing off even from all the way across the room. You picked up your phone and opened the group chat shared between you and your friends. It was nothing new for you to vent about them during class. You loved school, and you couldn't bring yourself to understand people with a complete disregard for not only their own educations but other people's as well.
"(Y/N)." your eyes snapped up and you locked your phone. "If you could please stay after for a moment." Mrs. Mell spoke with a smile. She was a middle aged woman, her blonde hair chopped short and rectangular glasses resting on the bridge of her nose.
"Yes ma'am." You replied obediently. You heard a couple of snickers and you quickly turned to look at Mark and his friends. To your surprise, it didn't seem to be from them. You shook your head a bit. The bell rang out, the three chimes dismissing the rowdy students for the day. Everyone hurried to leave, the room erupting into chaos, but you took your time to put things away. Soon, the room had cleared out save for you, Mrs. Mell, and Ethan Nestor.
"You asked to see me, Mrs. Mell?" You asked, sparing Ethan a side glance. He had a smirk on his lips. For some reason, that only pissed you off. He always looked so smug and you didn't understand it. Surely he was trying to bite back some snarky remark.
"I heard that you were offering tutoring sessions," your teacher began, looking at the papers she was organizing on her desk. You perked up, happy to help until the pieces clicked together in your mind. "Mr. Nestor's parents have requested the best tutor we have to offer. I thought you'd be the best one for the job." You felt a swell of pride, and maybe that's why you accepted the job. Or maybe it was simply out of spite, because if you had to spend time with Ethan then he had to spend time with you. If it wasn't pleasant for you, then it likely wasn't for him either. But no matter the reason, you accepted the offer.
With that, the two of you walked into the hall. Outside, his friends were waiting for him, messing around and being a general nuisance. Ethan started to walk away with them, but you lingered for a second.
"Ethan, hang on!" You called to him, walking to catch up. You offered a scrap of paper with your phone number scribbled onto it. Mark chuckled and nudged his young friend's shoulder as if you were just another toy to play with. "Text me tonight; let me know when you're free." With those last words, you turned and headed for the library.
"Damn Ethan, didn't think they were your type." Tyler said offhandedly. Ethan scoffed. You were not his type and he, shockingly, was not yours.
"No, they're not really my type. They're my tutor." Ethan said as they reached Tyler's car.
"Hey, Jordan. You will not believe what I have to do." You said dramatically. You and Jordan had been friends for years. He was the person you trusted most. Selorm was a close second. She was a transfer from Canada who had latched onto the two of you.
"What happened?" Jordan asked, looking up from the book that his nose had been buried in.
"I have to tutor Ethan Nestor." You complained, slumping into the chair you'd sat in. The library had become your meeting place before you all went home.
"Come on, that's not so bad. At least he's cute." He offered. You rolled you eyes. Perhaps he was cute, but that heart-stopping smile wasn't going to make up for his cockiness, or his immaturity, or his womanizing. You sighed.
"It's awful, I hate it." You whined. It was uncharacteristic for you to be so negative before anything had even happened.
"What's awful?" Selorm asked in her typical perky tone as she finally got to the two of you. Before you were able to answer, Jordan did it for you, his voice mocking your whiney tone.
"(Y/N)'s complaining about having to tutor a cute boy. All because they hate populars." He grinned at you and you jabbed his side. It wasn't that you hated them, not exactly. You just didn't think it was fair. What made them so much better than everyone else?
It was hours later when Ethan finally texted you. You were comfy in your bed, music playing from your phone while you worked over some homework once again, not sure you'd done it quite right. Your phone buzzed on your stand.
I'm free tomorrow or Friday the text red. Not even an introduction. You shook your head and texted back.
Both. Library right after school. One hour a day. You put your hone back down and laid back. Your eyes flicked over the bare ceiling of your bedroom. You weren't looking forward to seeing Ethan, to putting everything you could into helping him get his grades up when he didn't even care about you. Then, one last message came through for the night.
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