Screw Fate

Chapter 3

CLASSES START TOMORROW!!!

Okay, okay, I'm calm. I'm just excited! I'm majoring in English. I want to be an editor. I know, it's not the most glamorous job in the world, but it combines three of my favorite things: reading, correcting people's grammar, and (I know it's cheesy) helping people accomplish their dreams. If I don't end up publishing a book, I want to help someone else do it.

God, I just realized how totally corny that actually sounds.

I'll have to get a bachelor's degree in English, but it's always been one of my strongest subjects. Math, on the other hand... 'x' needs to learn to solve its own problems; I'm a busy woman. So many social events to go to!

Alright, maybe not, but still! Just because I'm not a people person doesn't mean I have all day to sit around finding quotients and memorizing theorems and whatever else Drill Sergeant Evans crammed into my brain.

Okay, maybe I'm bad at math, but goodness gracious! Two times the cubic root of sixty-four is not thirty, or whatever crazy figure the boy on the other side of the area is pulling from his head.

Yeah, I'm back here in the common area. I was hoping that he wouldn't be here, but he is. Honestly, he's not as bad as my way-too-friendly roommate. She's nice, she's just really nice. I'm not.

I tried to put earbuds in, but I can still hear him reciting false facts when the music is turned up so loud that it hurts my ears. I give up and rip my earbuds out of my ears. I step onto the floor and start hopping on my toes and screeching, "Ew! Ew!"

He looks up at me with an expression that shows how much of an idiot he thinks I'm being. Well, he can deal with it.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demands.

"There's just so much shit coming out of your mouth that it's getting all over the ground."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I take his pencil and scratch paper and strike out his work.

"Take this problem for example. 3x times the square root of one hundred and sixty-nine if x equals negative three." I write out the problem and can feel him looking over my shoulder. Hopefully he's taking notes.

"Okay, so we can rewrite it, substituting negative three for x."

I write down the new problem, muttering, "Three times negative three times... we can go ahead and write down the square root. That's..." I pause to think back to Mrs. Evans' lessons. "Thirteen, I think. Yeah, thirteen."

I write it down and grab the calculator from the corner of the desk. "Three times negative three times thirteen is..." I type it in. "Negative one hundred and seventeen. You forgot to take the square root of one hundred and sixty-nine instead of the square root of the whole equation. And you can't just decide that it's all positive."

"I don't see why you had to take over all of my stuff to show me that."

"Yeah, you're welcome." I flounce back over to my bench, content in the knowledge that I have at least one thing I'm better at than this guy.

"What are you majoring in anyway?" I ask.

"Why does it matter to you?"

"It doesn't!" I scoff. "I'm just curious."

He rolls his eyes, and I wish for a moment that they'll just fall out. Maybe they will. Who knows? I can keep hoping.

"English."

A/N
Dun dun duuuuuun
*takes bow*

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