-Extra Credit- BxB Teacher Needed PAFP

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Ryan sat perfectly still, his eyes locked on the test in front of him. Human Geography's not that hard! Yeah, right. He wasn't a dumb kid, but this was insane. He bit down on his lower lip, fully aware that the end of the class period and the school day was quickly coming closer. He really needed to pass this. He had been studying for the last week, seeing as he didn't have anything else to do because he had been suspended from the baseball team since his grade had dropped to a F. He couldn't miss the first really important game of the year.
He had filled in the multiple choice answers easily, but was completely stuck. The last question, like always, required a paragraph written about the topic. And, like always, he knew he was going to flunk the test. He finally started writing and finished right when the bell rang. He heard everyone around him get up, turn their tests in, and head out the door. He let out a sigh, finally getting up once everyone else was gone. He placed the test down on Mr. Dinčić's desk, able to feel a lead weight of dread in his stomach.

Ryan's brown eyes slipped to the ground. "I actually did this time, bit it seems like I always remember the things that don't end up on the tests." He sighed softly, running a hand backwards through his hair while the other hand made it's way into his jean pocket. His gaze slid up to his teacher's face, his mouth a small frown. "You wouldn't happen to have any projects or something I could do to help get my grade up, would you? My coach won't let me back on the baseball team until I get to a B, and apparently studying isn't quiet enough." He raised an eyebrow, smiling hopefully. He was usually better at projects and papers than tests, and anything extra credit was bound to help him dig his way out of the hole he had found himself in.

Ryan frowned again, shifting on his feet. He shook his head slightly. "Are you sure you can't make an exception this time? I need to get my grade up by tomorrow so I can play in the game. I'm willing to do anything." Ryan bit down on his tongue, able to hear a slight whine in his own voice. He really should have tried to get help before this, but he also should have been paying attention in class before baseball was on the line. There were very few things he was good at, and the only thing he was excellent at was baseball. The more he played now, the more likely he would get into college for the sport. Not being able to play wasn't exactly an option for him.

A bright smile spread across Ryan's face, his eyes practically glowing and the rest of his face lighting up as well. He nodded slightly, taking the paper. He folded it once, twice, three times before slipping it into his pocket. "Thank you so much, Mr. M. I really appreciate you doing this for me." It was incredible how one tiny event could make someone go from practically hopeless to energetic and gleeful. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall for a second. Normally he would be on the field practicing right now. And, with a bit of luck, he would be out there at this time the next day.

Ryan nodded a bit, biting back another thank you. "See you later, Mr. M." He chuckled, moving towards the door. He stepped out into the hall, barely able to believe what had happened. He really should have gone to Mr. M earlier, it would have saved him a ton of unnecessary stress and worry, plus he probably would have been able to go to practice this week.
His hands went into his pockets, one curling around the piece of paper with his teacher's address and the other toying with his car keys as he made his way to the student parking lot.

Ryan sat in his car, his eyes flicking between the piece of paper in his hand and the house in front of him. Yeah, this was Mr. M's house. A knot had formed in his stomach the moment he had started driving here, and now a feeling of skittishness was beginning to overwhelm even that. He took a deep breath, trying to seem cool and composed. A quick glance at his watch told him that he was right on time. 5 o'clock, on the nose. He opened the car door, getting out before reaching back in for his backpack. He figured he would be needing pencils or paper or his books or something like that, so it made a bit of sense to bring the thing with him.
Ryan shut and locked his car, taking in another deep breath before walking slowly to the house's front door. He knocked before he could decide to go back to the car and drive home, nervous and tense feelings swelling up inside of him, almost like something bad was going to happen. Whatever, he needed this grade.

Ryan felt his his body tighten up. God, was it really that obvious? He knew there was a reason why he hadn't been cast in the school play the year before, but he thought he had been concealing his feelings pretty well. That explained how his friends always knew when he was hiding something, though. He shrugged a hint, forcing his body to move. "I was thinking about what assignment I would have to do while I was driving over. If it's enough to boost my grade in one night, it makes sense that it would be harder than normal." He said, a nervous smile flashing across his face. It was a lie, but now that he was thinking about it that became a more relevant fear. What if he couldn't do the assignment well enough to boost his grade?

Ryan nodded, stepping inside of the house. A quick glance around brought a small hint of surprise to him. He wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting from the house- probably either piles and piles of manly hunting trophies or some awkwardly large collection of stamps, although he hadn't thought about it- but it looked a bit too normal to belong to a teacher. The few homes that belong to teachers that he had seen always had a freakishly massive collection of something strange. But Mr. M's house looked like it could have belonged to anyone. He ripped himself out of his thoughts, blinking a few times. He looked back at his teacher, smiling softly. "Coffee sounds good." He purred.

Ryan pursed his lips, thinking for a second. "I've never tried it, but it sounds like it would be good. Up until the ice cream melted, that is. Then it would just be warm chocolate milk." He considered the idea carefully. Yeah, it would probably be good before the warm or lukewarm chocolate milk stage. He narrowed his brown eyes at a picture that appeared to be a ball of lint or something like that. He almost laughed when he finally noticed it was a cat. A very young, fluffy cat, but a cat none the less. It was probably the fluffy animal that he had seen when Mr. M opened the door as a kitten.