The Next Day

Santana's POV

The news spread like wildfire and I just ignored it, I was already having a crappy day so why rub it in? I drag myself into math and my math teacher comes in and the class just drags on.

As soon as the bell rings I stood up, instinctively but the teacher announced, “Have a great day everyone but Josiah and Santana stay here I want to talk to you.”

Are you f***ing kidding me!? The last thing I need is him. I reluctantly walk towards the teacher and he follows always staying a foot away from me.

The teacher smiles totally oblivious to the awkward tension, “Miss Santana your mark in math is dangerously low, I'm afraid I might not let you graduate.”

I curse under my breath, “But I have decided that Josiah could tutor you for extra credit how's that? You guys spend an hour in the library each day to study?” She looked at us smiling.

“Fine, as long as I graduate.” I said, and he just nodded. “Perfect, you guys can start today to get to know each other!”

I groan and the teacher looked at me raising her eyebrows and I grabbed Josiah's wrist and we head to the library.

I pass the library and he tugs my hand, making me realize that I still held his hand, my cheeks felt hot, was I getting a fever?

He speaks, “Um, shouldn't we go to the library? Since the teacher said so.” The way he said it was so cute, I wanted to be the only thing on his mind, the only name he says and I just wanted to destroy his innocence.

I grin and I say sweetly, “Sure. Why not?”

Josiah's POV

Her hands were so soft and she smelt good when she was dragging me. I follow her into the library and she finds a table at the furthest end surrounded by books.

I follow her, unsure of why she wants to study here, in the history book section, I shrug and follow her. I sit down and I saw her staring at me, I felt nervous so I look at my hand and flip my hair I guess that was the right thing to do.

She was biting her lower lip, I look at her confused then when she took my hand, it felt like electricity, it burned so I took my hand back. She frowned and I get my notebook out.

“So do you need help in algebra or geometry?” I look at her and she was looking out the window.

She looked sad and lost so I put the book down and I speak up, “Santana, what's wrong. You look sad maybe I could help?”

She looked at me surprised and then her eyes soften and she explains her sister's death, how her parents wish she was never born and how she had a fight with her mom that morning.

I don't know where I found the strength, but seeing her so broken pained me, I wrap my arms around her small body, she tenses up, then she wraps her arms around my body too.

Normally, it would be awkward but it was calming even though my body burned from the touch of hers and my heart was beating out of my chest. What's this feeling?