[Homestuck] Dave X Reader X Dirk: Stride of Luck

5. before the arrival

-- SadFroggy [SF] began pestering TaostyAdam [TA] at 3:45PM—

SF: whoever invented multivariable calculus, your mom a hoe

TA: LMAOO. Same. What the hell even happened in class today?

SF: i don't know

SF: i went to a vending machine for a snack and when i came back the board was half full of derivatives

SF: i didn't even get to copy them down before he erased it

TA: That's so funny, I remember you leaving but I didn't know you didn't have it copied down. Is that why you kept asking for my notebook? :' (

TA: [TaostyAdam sent 3 attachments]

TA: I have pics of the board if you want, but that's literally all I can do for you, lmao.

SF: thanks adam, i appreciate it : (

SF: im gonna get back to work now, ill ttyl.

TA: Sure thing, let me know if you need help and i'll try my best.

-- SadFroggy [SF] ceased pestering TaostyAdam [TA] at 3:49PM—

You had gotten back from class a few hours ago, and were now trying to finish this ridiculously hard assignment your professor had given your class. Unfortunately, Adam seemed busy with his own work.

Your brain was swimming with how many crazy shapes were possible to make with even crazier equations. F(x) who? You left that toxic bitch behind in high school.

...Which is exactly why you were getting so massively fucked right now. Goddamnit, past you! Get your shit together! F(x) isn't a middle school bully, but it can still ruin your life.

No, you didn't need to talk to someone about it.

And why was there a parachute on the next page? Why would you ever want to calculate exactly one third of it?

You checked the textbook again, but your mind refused to focus on the run-on sentences for more than five seconds.

Fuck.

You paged through the textbook for a few more minutes, and reviewed some of the lecture material from this afternoon again. You understood most of it, but there was a part of the audio that clipped when the professor hit his mic in a weird way, cutting the audio for about two minutes. Two, beautiful, precious minutes that could explain so much to you right now.

The next half hour is comprised of you rewinding those two minutes constantly while fiddling with the volume, subtitles and reverb of your laptop.
Eventually, you settled on zooming in on the old dude's crusty lips trying to lip-read what he said, though it was all in vain.

You wonder if you should message Adam again about the homework, but heavily consider if you would be bothering him. He was so much better at math than you and was basically breaking his back carrying you through multiple calculus classes, you always felt guilty about asking him for more help.

You groan and put your head on your textbook, ignoring how a crow was pecking at your window insisting for a treat.

Multivariable calculus might be dry fucking you in the ass right now, but the textbook made a mighty fine pillow to bite into. Maybe you would take a long nap, and wake up when the world blew up and multivariable turned back into singular-variable.

"Hey."

You pick up your face to find the source of the voice and the page of the textbook sticks to your face unpleasantly, reminding you to wash your face.