A/N Welcome to my new story! I will be updating at lest once, maybe more, a week. It is written in Callia's point of view as I love writing in first person a lot more than third. So let's skip the intro and move along with this story! Enjoy!-Piper

     I hate crushes. They make your heart flutter and your stomach churn, but right when it shouldn't happen. And they're soul crushing, especially when you are 99% sure they want nothing to do with you. It's like Atlas having to carry the weight of the sky, or falling down a hole forever, never stopping, just eternal falling.
The worst part is, I didn't want to tell my friends about this one. Last time I did that, the entire school knew, and my crush came up to me and personally rejected me. It was harsh. My crush now, it's hopeless. I doubt the guy even knows I exist, and that I have five out of six classes with him, plus lunch and home room. This one is soul crushing. It's the kind that it feels like the world is ending because you can't hug them and tell them that you really love them.
      Also, I think he might have a girlfriend, it seems as all of his friends do at the very least. All of his friends are jerky jocks, but he's not. What I've seen of him is kindness and beauty from the inside out, along with being extremely attractive. His eyes seem to smile with his mouth, sparkling more and shining. And he's so nice. I've seen him talk his friends out of doing something stupid, like dumping their lunch on one of my friend's head. (Long story)
       I sat in math, the last class of the day before being released from the pain that is high school, watching Jake, A.K.A my crush, explain the equation from the warm-up. I stared into his eyes as he spoke. He was talented in math, unlike me. I was more of a history and English person. "And the answer would be Y equals twelve X," his melodic voice concluded.
     "Perfect, Jake," our math teacher grinned, "And for the last problem, Callia." I slowly stood up and moved towards the board. I confidently explained my problem and said the answer, hoping I was right.
"Not quite there, Callia," he said, "Who can explain the answer and how they got it?" Dang it. I slowly died in my spot as Jake's raised up confidently, along with a few others. "Jake," the teacher called. Of-hecking-course.
"I got 3x-y," he spoke. He continued on to explain the answer perfectly. While being extremely attractive and kind. My gosh this person was too perfect for this world.
"Correct, Jake," the math teacher smiled, "Now let's go on with my lesson." He continued on, talking about some complex equation, and I, of course, was doodling. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. Jake.
"Pay attention," he whispered, "It'll help." He smiled as I slowly nodded, turning back to face the front. So he did somewhat know I existed. He knew I didn't pay attention in class. What a great impression.
As I knew now, he was probably watching me to make sure I was paying attention. So I did. And I actually learned about math and it made much more sense. I glanced down near the end of the lesson at the doodle I had been drawing. It was a heart, with the initials J and C in the centre. And suddenly my heart raced. What if Jake saw the doodle? Was he looking at what I was drawing, or just seeing I wasn't looking up at the teacher? Or what if he was looking at me just to look at me? Ok, that last one was a stretch, but still. What if he saw? I quickly slammed my journal shut and looked back up at the teacher.
The bell rang and I smiled. Freedom! As everyone packed up their stuff and started making their way to the door, the teacher called out, "Make sure to grab your homework and Callia, Jake, please stay after to speak with me." What was going on. I grabbed my homework and slung my bag over my shoulder and walked up next to Jake by the teacher. "Jake, is excelling at math, and you are not, Callia," he began, "And I heard you, Jake, are struggling with English and that Callia is doing amazing. Your English teacher and I have proposed an idea for you two to tutor each other."
"Sounds great," Jake smiled.
"Uh, yeah," I stuttered.
"Great, you guys should meet probably twice a week to work, and good luck," the teacher grinned, shooing us out of the classroom. We walked out in silence, as Jake tapped my shoulder.
"What?" I asked, shyly.
"We should exchange phone numbers so we can text about meet up times or to ask questions," he suggested.
"Yeah," I agreed. I quickly scribbled my number down on a sticky note and gave it to him.
"I guess I'll text you later, then," he smiled, "Bye."
"Bye," I repeated softly, waving as he walked away. I quickly walked in the other direction to the front entrance to the school and practically ran home. When I got home, I went upstairs to my room and slammed the door shut. I simultaneously had a celebration and a realisation of fear. There was two sides to this situation, a good and a bad side.
Good side: Jake knows I exist, he's going to text me later, and we get to hangout because of tutoring.
Bad side: Jake knows I exist, he's going to text me later, and we need to be in the same room, most likely alone, because of tutoring which may cause much awkwardness and death from fear on my side.
I heard a beep and grabbed my phone. It was Jake. The text read 'Hi, this is Jake, and you are Callia, right?' Oh gosh, he's already texted me. I quickly replied 'Right' with a smiley face emoji, but right after I sent it, I regretted the emoji. I added him as a contact and awaited his reply. 'Can we get together like now at my house, the English homework is hard' I had a mini heart attack as I read that text. 'Sure, what's your address?' I typed. He sent it immediately and I raced downstairs and pulled on my shoes. "Mom, I'm going to someone's house to help him with homework as I'm now his tutor!" I called out.
"Okay, good luck, be home by 6," she yelled in reply. I zoomed out of the house with my backpack still on my shoulder as I walked to his home. It wasn't that far, only a ten minute walk. I rang the doorbell and he answered.
"Hi," I said slowly and fearfully.
"Come inside," he smiled, "And there's no need to be afraid." I followed him down a flight of stairs to what seemed to be a office sort of work room. "Sit wherever and we can start on this English homework."