-Grades Do Matter- BxB PAFP Teacher Needed

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Ryan sat perfectly still, his eyes locked on the test in front of him. ROP medical terminology'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. Queens' desk, able to feel a lead weight of dread in his stomach.

Ryan's eyes followed the last student on their way out the door, and for a split second he was tempted to just leave. Talking about this class and his grades in it always ended up putting him on edge. After the student was gone, his gaze locked itself on his test, not wanting to look at Mr. Queens. He could feel the green eyes watching him, and that put him on edge, too.

Ryan's hands made their way into his pockets, as though he was trying to hide from the stare of the teacher. He shifted on his feet uncomfortably, trying to sort out his words before he spoke. It was hard to explain why this class was being so difficult for him. In his other classes he was almost always in the top percent. But here? He doubted that anyone had a lower grade than he did.

Ryan sighed, closing his blue eyes. "I just really don't get it." He replied, a hand escaping the pocket and running it's way through his hair. Messing with his hair had grown to be a bad habit of his, seeing as it usually popped up when he was stressed out. He felt the one day he was just going to accidentally rip out all of his hair. It wasn't that far of a stretch, seeing as he had done worse. Working his way all the way through a stone that was meant to be rubbed to help stress, too many broken slinkies to count, and more than a few small cuts on his palms from just curling his hands into fists until his nails bit into the skin. He had come to the conclusion that he was a mess, but he could deal with it.

Ryan nodded, forcing his gaze to the floor. He knew this. He knew that by not answering he had doomed himself, but he also knew that he probably would have only gotten a point or two from the question, so it didn't matter much in his mind. "Sorry." He breathed, frowning. It wasn't like he even wanted to go into the field associated with this class. He wanted to be a baseball player, or coach, or something having to do with the sport. He had needed the credits, though. But he also needed a good grade, and if he failed the class he wasn't going to get the credit, either.

Ryan grit his teeth, a hint offended at the accusation. Losing baseball was the only real reason why he had studied for the test, so he could get his grade up and get back on the field. He was tempted to snap something, but he simply shook his head. "I've been working all week to try to get a good grade on this test just so I can start playing again." He spoke softly, as though he was afraid of someone else hearing them, although no one else was around. His lifted his gaze to the teacher's face, trying to keep his expression stoic. "What's the deal?" He asked. He had the strange feeling that it wasn't going to be something easy to do, but he could deal with it, as long as it raised his grade.

Ryan blinked in surprise, able to feel his mouth open a hint as he searched for words. "I-" He managed, almost taking a step back. He mentally formed a list of pros and cons. Of course, the cons should have outweighed the pros, but the pros included potentially being able to play baseball and probably passing. But, the cons also included the entire idea of being with Dr. Queens. "And if I do?" He breathed, able to feel his hand running through his hair again. The entire idea of it was insane. But, it might be worth it. God, he needed to get his priorities straight.

Ryan bit his lip, thinking through everything.

He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he heard the word escape him. "Deal."

Ryan swallowed, nodding slightly. He could feel his feet drag on the floor as he walked around the desk and to the older man's side. He bit his tongue, holding back anything he might have said. He felt like he was making a mistake, like there had to be some other way to get a better grade quickly. Or, maybe he wouldn't have been in this position if he had cared about the class before his grades started down the slippery slop he was now at the bottom of.

Ryan felt a hot blush turn his cheeks red and he nodded again. "O...okay." He breathed. His eyes flicked over the teacher's face for a moment, searching for any indication that this might have been some kind of sick, twisted joke, before pressing his lips to Dr. Queens'.

Ryan stood up straight, running his hands through his hair and shifting on his feet. He couldn't believe he had just done that. He couldn't believe he had just done that for something as small as a grade. 'Only beginning.' He couldn't believe that this was going to continue, and probably wouldn't stay on kissing very long. "Sorry." He breathed. It was the only word of many that had made it through the growing static in his mind.