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12 ~ I Know She Has A Boyfriend, But Still. So What?

"No, Ana, you subtract the 2," I pointed out to her.

"Oh. Why?" She turned to me.

I explained the process to her again and some kind of real life situation you could use it in. One of those fucking stupid things.

Ana dropped her pencil on the table and slouched back in her chair. "Why is math so difficult?" She complained.

"It's not that bad. It's pretty easy once you understand the formula and the process."

"We get it Jax," she stated lowly. "You're smart and a slut."

"Woah." I laughed. "Watch your mouth there."

"I'm just saying that you're attractive and smart. Those usually aren't supposed to go together. I don't think you're actually a slut."

"Moving on, you have a project for math, which first of all, who has projects for math class? Like what? And you~ are going to need help with it. So, I thought that I could help you work on it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, as in, Saturday?"

I stared at her. "no, Monday. Yes. Of course Saturday." I chuckled a bit at her. "I could come over to your place or you could come to mine. It's whatever you want to do and feel more comfortable with."

"You could come over to my place. My parents won't be home. I'll be the only one there then."

Her parents won't be home... oh boy am I lucky?

Wait.

Shit...

I keep forgetting about the boyfriend I so desperately despise.

"Sure, yeah, that works good then. I'll be over at... how's 12:00-ish sound?"

"Yeah, that works great."

"Alright. Then finish your problems and then we can leave for the night." I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair as she pouted a bit.

Later at dinner, all I could be doing was smiling. I was gonna go to Ana's house tomorrow while her parents weren't home. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS???? DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS???? SEX... IT MEAN SEXXXXXX!!!!!

"What're you so happy about, Jaxson?" My mother asked while picking up some food with her fork, a laugh falling slightly from her lips.

"Oh, nothing." I shook my head a little hoping to shake the smile away a bit but it only stuck onto my face.

"Well, your science teacher emailed me," she continued.

My smile was wiped pretty fast. "Ms. Camps?" That's a scary sentence to hear. And the fact that me and Ms. Camps are pretty close, ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɴғᴜʟ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, I don't know what she could have said. Was this all a set up? Was she being my "therapist" just so she could get information and spill it to my parents? "What'd she say?"

"She was talking about how well you're doing in class." OH MY GOD I ALMOST SHIT MY PANTS THAT WAS SO TERRIFYING TO WAIT FOR AN ANSWER. "Though, she has mentioned how you still continue to come in only a few minutes late everyday."

"I literally know everything in that class. What am I missing anyway? I have an A," I complained. This must be Ms. Camps way of fucking with me or she got bored or she's trying to excuse some of the reasons I've been at school later. Doesn't matter. Fuck her in any situation... not like that, NOT LIKE THAT. "And I kind of do it to screw with her because she can be a female dog," I was chewing as I spoke.

"Well you need to start getting on time. At least she hasn't been marking you tardy."

Hell yeah! Suck up to your teachers, it works. Not a single late in her class and I am late every single day. She must be in love with me or something.