BABABADAAAAA A NEW FANFIC
I got a lot of love from y'all from my last Jolive fanfic, so I decided to write a new one!
Of course, character credit to the fabu @tardists , so here we go!
simply real "Jesse, Jesse, Jess!" I ran out of the school, breathing heavily. My eyes darted over the sea of people, looking for the crazy moss of tan hair throughout them all. "Jesse!" I called again. I ran through the crowd, carelessly pushing and shoving through the people I didn't know or care about. I gripped my paper tightly like it was my most prized possession. Because it basically was. I stood on my tip toes, trying to peer over the students, but I was too short. Being only 5" 4' didn't help in situations like those.
But a mop of cinnamon-y brown hair was barely noticeable in the crowd. I ran in that direction and called his name again.
He turned around quick, then gave me a large smile. Jesse was the kind of guy that you could never lie to, his face just simply wouldn't allow you. His quick, brown eyes were too big and caring and his smile just made you want to melt inside. "What'd you get?" He asked, staring at the piece of paper I held.
I showed it to him, reaching up a bit so he could see. In even red marks, the grade stuck out easily. "95, baby!" I exclaimed. "The first A I've gotten in math since the sixth grade!" An actual smile appeared on my face as his lit up brighter. "Congrats! I told you it would be easy!" He reached over and took the paper from my hands, brushing my fingers for a tiny second. The electric touch sent waves of nervousness all throughout my body. "Yeah, but you were allowed to use a calculator on yours, and I wasn't on mine. So I beat your ass, Jesse Martin!" He gave a winning smile and hugged me again. The butterflies in my stomach were flipping all around, but I managed to keep my emotions in tact.
"I guess you don't need me as a tutor anymore," he joked. "I mean, you're passing now and it looks like you're actually understanding math."
(as always, continued down below)