"So, are you new to town?" asked Jemma shyly.
"Yeah, actually. My Dad moved us over here, I'm from Manitowoc." The previous statement did not appear to mean anything to Jemma. "Wisconsin" clarified Skye.
"Oh, okay. Well I do hope you're adjusting well enough?" Skye had not been prepared for such social interaction. The taller girl was a bit taken aback at how warm Jemma was.
"Yeah, I mean, most of my classes aren't really important to me. Although I am really enjoying my Computer Science class. The one at my last school was terrible, we spent an entire semester on keyboard shortcuts." Skye rolled her eyes for effect, causing Jemma to giggle sweetly.
With a warm smile, Skye gazed down at her adorable tutor. Thank God she started failing Chemistry.
Jemma was beyond kind. She seemed to genuinely care about Skye's progression with the subject. She was thorough in her explanations and allowed Skye to work through her struggles with as little guidance as possible.
For once Skye actually wanted help from a tutor. Instead of just insisting on receiving as minimal information as she could to pass the class, the brunette actively engaged with Jemma in scientific discussion, eagerly soaking up any information she could.
Jemma was good that way.
They had known each other for a mere matter of sixty minutes, and already Skye felt comfortable around the Brit.
Sixty minutes. Damnit.
Their study session was already over.
"Oh! Goodness it's already time to go!" smiled Jemma, "I'll see you thursday!"
Needless to say, Skye arrived home with a grin plastered on her face. She gingerly set her backpack down in the front hall, before quietly joining her father at dinner.
Phil peered over his spectacles suspiciously, "Good day at school?" Skye simply smiled softly at her father.
"Oh my god Skye!" laughed Jemma, " you didn't?!"
"No, I totally did! My friend Trip and I were snowboarding last winter, and I came around this sharp corner really fast. There was this older woman on skies taking up the whole hill, I tried to get around her but she cut in front of me."
Skye was talking animatedly, using her hands to show Jemma as she spoke,
"So the only thing I could do was try to stop before I hit her. But of course that lady had no idea that I was behind her, so I accidentally ran over the release on her skies, sending us tumbling down this gigantic hill."
Jemma laughed heartedly, her cheeks turning red from trying to restrain her laughter in the empty library. It was the second week of Jemma and Skye's study sessions.
"Then we finally stop rolling, I can see Trip at the bottom, and I turn to this 50 year old woman and ask 'Are you okay?' and guess what she tells me?" Skye paused, Jemma gazed intently into her eyes, eager to hear the resolution of her story,
"She rolls over to face me and yells 'YOU DEVIL, YOU SPAWN OF SATAN ATTACKING OLD WOMEN LIKE THAT DON'T YOU KNOW TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS! YOU HAVE NO REGARD FOR SAFETY AND NO DISCIPLINE YOU HEATHEN YOU HOOLIGAN OUT WITH YOU!"
Jemma's attempt at restraining her laugh completely failed, tears poured from her brown eyes and her cheeks burned a brighter red than before. Joyful laughs erupted from her mouth as she doubled over the cheap wooden table.
Jemma's laughter only subsided when she noticed Barb swivel slowly in her desk chair to face them; her knitting needles clinking together softly as the elderly woman frowned menacingly at the pair of girls.
"Perhaps we should go," replied Jemma, "Our sessions almost over any ways."
If Skye would have said it was a disappointment to leave early, it would have been a severe understatement. Jemma noticed the sad look on Skye's tan features.
"I'm meeting some friends at a diner right about now," Jemma for once looked nervous twiddling with her fingers, "would you care to join us?"
Skye felt warmth bubble up in her stomach and make it's way into her heart. She hadn't really interacted with anyone socially except Jemma since she moved here, this would be a nice opportunity to meet new people. As well as get to know Jemma outside of Chemistry.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Jemma introduced the group to Skye. There was:
Bobbi, a tall athletic blonde,
Mack, and even taller more athletic quarterback,
and Fitz, who was shorter and thinner with short curly hair.
Skye sat beside Jemma in the red plastic booth. The diner Jemma had taken her too was styled in the 50s with retro black and white tile, neon signs and thick shakes and burgers. Skye felt like this was heaven.
"So Skye," Mack brought the attention to pinpoint on Skye, great, "tell us about yourself, how do you know Simmons?"
Skye figured "Simmons" was probably Jemma's last name. But her words caught in her throat, she didn't really like talking about herself.
She felt Jemma's reassuring hand lightly brush her knee.
"WE HAVE CHEMISTRY" blurted Skye. The group looked startled, clearly not understanding the intention of Skye's ill-delivered statement, "I mean, the class - we have Chemistry - Class, Jemma and I, Simmons"
"You're in AP Chem too?" interrupted Fitz.
"No, she's my Jemma- my tutor." skye took a deep breath, " Jemma is my Chemistry tutor."
The was a collective "Oh makes sense" from the group. Skye blushed profusely, glancing over at Simmons to see a much fainter shade of pink tinting the adorable girl's cheeks.
Nice one Skye, way to impress the girl with you confidence.
The rest of the evening went off relatively smoothly.
The gang ordered their dinner, Fitz seemed to order the biggest burger on the menu, yet somehow managed to eat the entire thing.
Skye left the diner that night feeling light and playful. Jemma drove her back home, and with kind eyes and a sweet smile, Jemma wished her a peaceful sleep and a goodnight.
Skye was finally starting to love Chemistry.
A/N
Fun Fact: So the story I have Skye telling Simmons in the library is actually a true story that happened to me once, 100% true.
I'll try to update more often, but it can be difficult sometimes to find motivation and inspiration. If any of you guys want to help motivate/inspire, feel free to PM me with your idea for this story or other prompts.