I looked around the classroom for someone to help me in after school revision. I was afraid the only person who I recognised in this room was Tyler.

I picked up my sheets and sighed, making my way over to him.

I dropped my sheets and pulled a seat beside him as he looked over at me and smiled to see me. "Well hello,"

"Don't get all flirty on me, I'm only asking for help,"

"Alright alright," he chuckled. "What do you need help with?"

"These questions," I answered pointing to the maths homework sheets. He took the sheets in his hands and held them in front of his eyes. Scanning them. "Think you can help me?" I asked him.

"I can help you sure, just come find me next time in revision." He answered standing up and putting his backpack on.

I looked up at him confused. "What?"

"Revisions over sweetie,"

I looked away from him at the clock on the wall. Realising he was right. "Fuck." I muttered before looking back at him. "I can't wait next time. It's in tomorrow. I'm on a role I can't get a detention,"

"A role?"

"Yes Tyler a roll, please I need your help,"

He looked down at me. Thinking. Before he breathed out. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for you,"

"What? What does that mean? Does that mean you'll help me?"

He laughed before nodding. I shot up out my seat pulling him in an unexpected hug tightly squeezing him in my arms. "Oh thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!"

It was definitely not my best idea, but he hugged me back before I let go and shovelled all my papers into my open backpack.

Once finished, I slung it over my shoulder as I walked with him out of school.

Like I said, I had been doing extra work. After school help classes was one of them.

The school was mostly empty during the hour. Most teachers still here, but certain ones who left with the students when that last bell rang.

I walked with Tyler through the halls to exit the school before passing Mr Armstrong.

I looked at him and smiled, he gave me a weird look back. It wasn't a smile I know that much... almost a scowl.

It made me feel sorta embarrassed, so I looked away and turned to Tyler thanking him again as we walked out the last pair of doors.

"Don't worry about it," he said to me.

"So where are we going?"

"Well we can go to the café around the corner? I'll help you do the homework there?"

"Yes! I need a coffee,"

"Alright then, then let's go," he cheerfully said as we changed directions.

We began to walk down a few streets before entering the tiny but yet cosy little café on the corner of high street.

We entered as the familiar scent of caffine hit my nose. There were few people in the café. The people that were here were at mini round tables with laptops out or sheets across and in front of them.

I followed Tyler as we reached a small table in the corner of the café besides the window. We sat down on the comfortable chairs and zipped open our bags.

Is this really what it felt like to be one of those kids who do work? Sat in a cute little itzy cafe?

"So what was it you needed help with?" He asked me.

"Oh right... yeah," I remember as I picked up my sheets. I switched between them trying to find the right piece of homework to pass to him. Finally after a moment of throwing my sheets everywhere I found the maths paper and passed it him.

He took one look at it before he placed it between us on the table and began to explain.

He was actually smarter than I gave him credit for. Tyler always seemed like the kid who was probably stupid, but listening to him explain these questions I realised how intelligent he was. Maybe he just didn't want to be seen as that type of kid. Since he did have the smartness in him.

He wrote me down some notes in beautifully neat handwriting for me to keep with me. So I could re read them if the same topic ever confused me again. Which was awfully kind of him. He wasn't so bad.

He even bought me my coffee.

I looked at him in amazement as he wizzed through half of the questions on another homework sheet I brought up that I was having trouble with. Until the bell that hung over the door rung.

I looked up and over at the door to realise Billie had walked in. Un aware I was here to as he walked up to the counter and ordered something.

"Mal?" A voice said.

I turned back over to Tyler. "Sorry... the bell distracted me,"

"That's alright... y'know if you're getting bored of doing work we can just leave it. We finished your homework a while ago anyway,"

"No no that's alright, I'm enjoying this I guess,"

"You are?"

"In an odd sense,"

"Well... you still wanna talk about work?"

I looked down at all the sheets. Oh how much of a headache it gave me even seeing all the text and handwriting we had gone through.

I quickly scrambled them all together in a messy stack before pushing them carelessly in my backpack and zipping it up, tossing it back under the table and looking over at him smiling. "Nah, lets just talk,"

"You wanna... just talk?"

"Well yeah... I mean you've helped me out. So let's just spend some time together, if you wanna?"

"Well- I mean of course,"

"Awesome,"

I felt burning. Burning in the back of my head. Almost like something was burning me. Metaphorically and physically. Like a pair of eyes. Just graving into the back of my skull. And it fucking bugged me.

I tried so hard to focus on what Tyler was saying before snapping my head around to look around.

I saw Billie as he leaned on the counter. A coffee in his hand as he looked away from me.

It was his fucking eyes. What is his problem?

"Hey," I said looking back around at Tyler. "Wanna leave? This café is kinda boring, let's do something fun,"

"Fun?"

"Yeah, entertaining. Come on." I smiled to him standing up and pulling him up by his hand. I let go putting my backpack on as he did the same, as we left the café. I didn't even look back at the scowl I knew Billie was giving me behind my head.

We made our way to the park, still with our backpacks as we threw them on the grass and made it to the swings.

It felt sorta nice to be in his presence. He wasn't a smirky smug little jerk.

But I couldn't get over the stare Billie was giving me.

Could you believe I was thinking about him even though I was with a perfectly sweet boy who just helped me with my work. I was thinking about a damn teacher. A teacher!

"Hey... you alright?" Tyler finally asked me as he paused swinging on the swing.

I looked over him and shook my head smiling. "Yeah I'm cool,"

"You sure?"

"Yeah... why?"

"You just kinda look out of it... y'know?"

"Oh, thanks," I laughed extending my arm and shoving him.

He chuckled. "I didn't mean it like that!"

After a bit longer on the park. He even walked me home. I thanked him for everything. For helping me with my work, paying for my drink, the laughs, walking me home. It was a nice day. But it meant absolutely nothing to me, and I felt terrible when I realised it meant something to him.

When he was pulling me in by my waist and looking at me with that look in his eyes. I felt so guilty.

Guilty enough that I put my arms around him too.

I knew he was gonna kiss me. I knew he was. It was in his eyes.

And he did.

I felt so fucking guilty I kissed him back.

Just right there, outside my house. Because I realised how much I may have lead him on. But he wasn't what I wanted.

He wasn't who I wanted. The kind of person I wanted.

He was who I needed, but as a friend and that only.

But I kissed him back despite everything. Despite my brain and even my heart telling me not to be fucking idiotic. I kissed him.

It lasted longer that I had anticipated. The sickness had gone to my head into my stomach knowing I made the wrong decision.

I pulled away, awkwardly thanking him again. "Thanks for everything anyway," I said taking my hands off him and stepping back, so his hands fell off me.

"That's alright," he smiled.

"Yeah..." I uncomfortably said looking anywhere but him. "Anyway I should go inside..."

"Oh right... yeah... yeah okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow then... In music,"

Oh shit. Is it really music tomorrow? With him? Mr Armstrong? Is that really happening?

"Oh right- yes. Music. Music tomorrow yes- great- yes. You will- erm- yes, I'll see you then- erm- well- y'know- I'm gonna- ehh- go now,"

"...okay...?" He squinted his eyes a little confused as he watched me slowly back away.

I nodded and turned around, walking to my house and through the door.

Fuck.