Out of time

The Notepad

Blahh, I stared down at the calculus work sheet in front of me. I hate math. My teacher Mr. Tables was busy explaining a problem on the board. He wasn't doing a very good job though, because I didn't understand squat.

Soon my thoughts drifted to other things, like how his last name sounds mathematical and sexual. Too bad he wasn't a looker. He had brown messy hair with average brown eyes, thick rimmed glasses sat on his face. Let's not forget about that beer belly.

"Okay class any questions?"

"Yeah when is this due?" A kid named Timothy asked.

"The end of the class period of course."

The room was filled with groans from half the class including me. How in the world am I suppose to finish something I don't understand?

"But you may work with the person behind you."

That made most people relax. Hmm who's behind me? Oh right Timothy. He seems smart, I think.

I turned to look at him, he was pretty tall with dark skin. But not too dark, like the right amount, you feel me? Oh plus his teeth were super white. Cute.

He stared down at his paper and looked up to see me watching him. I jumped back a bit realizing I should have cleared my throat or something. Before I could feel even more embarrassed I spoke seizing the moment of awkwardness. "Do you understand any of this?"

He did a soft little uncomfortable laugh. "A little I guess."

"Oh can. . . you help me a bit? I won't bother you long."

"Its no bother. Hey you're the one whose always with Siyon right?"

I'm not always with him. . . for the most part. "Um I know of him."

"He doesn't talk much about you even when we ask him."

Oh. So he doesn't talk about me to his friends. I didn't know how to take that. "First question." I said making it obvious that I didn't really want to discuss it any further.

Timothy actually did get it which I thought was amazing. I was so confused about almost everything and he tried hard to explain it to me. He finally got me too understand at least the question, that right there, is a big accomplishment.

We turned in the worksheet with time to spare which meant me paying attention to the tips of my hair. Is that a split end?

"Yo Rivers?"

I turned to hear him call me by my last name which was a bit weird. "Yes Mr.Young."

He smiled. "Why did you say it like that?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

He smiled. "How's Jenna?"

Jenna? "Um great I guess."

"You sure?"

"Well she's still allergic to everything."

He laughed. "I bet she is. Has she been talking about me?"

I looked to the ceiling pretending to think hard. I didn't know he and Jenna had something to begin with. How could she not tell me? "I don't recall."

His smile faltered only briefly as he seemed to be lost in thought. "That's fine I guess."

Whoa. He seemed hurt by that. "We've mostly been trying to make up a club. Are you in one?"

"Wrestling."

I cringed. "So you hug up on other guys and slam them?"

He raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like some kind of insult. What chu trying to say Rivers?"