The Tangent Lines

Chapter 1 - I knew you always thought of me inside your beautiful brain

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When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and where we end up is really, in fact, where we always intended to be.

— Julia Glass, Three Junes 

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Chapter 1 - I knew you always thought of me inside your beautiful brain

"Good morning, class!" Mr. Jenkins, our Math teacher, comes in. It is Monday, the day God never supposed to create. How the hell anyone could ever survive Monday and Math? Well, you survived every Monday, my thought snapped at me. I roll my eyes as Mr. Jenkins writes "Trigonometry" in capital letters. I never liked this subject at all. 

"Today we're going to learn about trigonometric functions," he says loudly, putting his black-framed glasses on. "Does anyone know what is trigonometry?"

Nobody is willing to answer, of course. Way to start the first period of the week, sir.

"Well, it's okay! It's the new material, anyway. So trigonometry consists of..." he continues, his spirit doesn't go down even nobody cares to answer. Mr. Jenkins is my favorite teacher of all, though his subject is my least favorite. He doesn't seem to annoy the living out of the students, and that's a plus point here. When I doze off and not pay attention to his class, he doesn't really care. Yeah, I am just not that interested in Mathematics, although I'm pretty lucky in that department. It just messes with my mental health.

Just in the middle of his explanations about trigonometry, the door opens harshly, making everyone's attentions to the door.

I sigh, my right hand rests on my cheek as I play with my blue polka dot pencil in my left hand. Tyler Stratford, the big-headed jock, the most popular guy in the school, comes in like he owns the class or something. He is always late, so nobody seems to care to ask why every day. Mr. Jenkins only nods, not daring to tell him off. He doesn't even bother look at Mr. Jenkins and sits on the back of the class, like he usually does, between his jock friend, William Jacobs; and a guy from soccer team, Brent Leicester. Wanna know where's me? I sit right in front of him. Yup.

But well, I suppose I know why everyone's head over heels of him. He has that chocolate brown hair and perfect jawline. Those light blue eyes don't look weird on his face. In fact, they look quite perfect. Also, the Northwood uniform looks extraordinary on him. No wonder all the girls want him and all the guys want to be him. Well, he is handsome, I must admit.

I couldn't help to notice how popular he is. He is basically the school's sex god, that's what Florence, my best friend, said – supported by his muscular arms and chest. He plays football, and they said he's going to be the captain this year. According to Flo's daily feed of gossip, he always sleeps with a different girl every week, sometimes taking their virginities, too. I scrunch my nose just as I realize I'm thinking about his sex life. Ew! Just as he walked, the girls were staring at his face, gawking at how handsome he was. Notice the sarcasm, guys. Well, not to be rude, I know he is handsome, but he isn't that worth drooling... You know what I mean.

Mr. Jenkins continues his explanation about sine and cosine just as soon as Tyler sits. He keeps making noise though. He is chewing gum, and faint chewing noise comes from behind, so it must be him. I really hate chewing sound, especially during class. Then he talks about his sex life with Jacobs. Hell! Doesn't he know that there are people who pay goddamn tuition to concentrate in class? I don't care if he doesn't care about school, but the others do care, goddamit.

"She wasn't that experienced. She wore fake boobs, Will," he snorted.

Fucking hell, shut up.

 "What?" he snaps suddenly. I don't know whom he snaps to. Crazy, I muttered. The bell rings and I immediately stand up and bring all of my books, when suddenly I feel my right wrist is held by someone.