Something In Between.

Bad Boys and Erasers

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Blog Entry 3
IB Calculus with Mr. Boxtrott is one of the hardest classes San Lupica Prep has to offer. Mr. Boxtrott's teaching method is enough to make your head hurt but add calculus to the mix and your are capital S Screwed. His hourlong class usually ends in a migraine, 3 pages worth of confusing notes and enough homework to make you dizzy, but not me obviously because my super cool super ability is math! I was acing Mr. Boxtrott's class, and I often helped him teach the lessons, and I explained it to my peers afterwards. I didn't love calculus, but I was good at it so I used my talents to the best of my ability.

That day in Mr. Boxtrott's class was a day I will never forget. That was the day The atomic bomb named Christopher Crain exploded in my face and left an epic mess. I guess I had goofed up and sat a seat over. I was so used to sitting front and center in all my other classes that I forgot that this seat, the one I was in belonged to the Greek God that was standing above me. I looked up cautiously. My eyes fell on his tall, fit frame that was currently towering over me.

My eyes wondered up to his face. His girl winning smirk and artistically chiseled features were focused on me. I scooted sideways to avoid his gaze so much that I tumbled out of the desk earning some giggles from my classmates. Mr. Boxtrott spun around and regarded me on the floor holding my newly bruised head, and Christopher laughing with the rest of his incredibly late posse. He shot glares at the boys gesturing for them to take their seats. I rose to my feet slowly and gracefully picked up my things and scooted over to my seat shooting an icy glare at the troop of Greek Gods.

Christopher's "home boys" consisted of only the most handsome boys in the school. All four boys were and are completely drool-worthy. They have girls launching themselves out of sparkly canons in their underwear at them left and right, all except me and Ade.

Lucas Presse was the perfect everything: student, athlete, poet, writer, thespian and anything else. He had black hair, olive skin and beautiful emerald eyes. He was captain of the swim team and made better than perfect grades.

The next guy was Keith Red, the class joker. He was constantly in detention but still managed to keep his spot on the baseball team. He barely keeping passing grades and made less than a 0 effort to change them. He had the cutest freckles, flaming red hair and slightly tanned skin.

Last but certainly not least was Daniel Willing. He was quarterback of San Lupica Prep's championship winning football team. His puppy dog hazel eyes, tan and light brown locks made all the girls go crazy. Despite his football obsession he was a really talented artist. He's a secret member of the art club, and I've worked on some projects with him.

All three boys commanded the attention of almost all the student body. Christopher did a good job picking his friends.

As I I settled back into my seat, Mr. Boxtrott began droning on about tardiness, calculus and his son's soccer game. I sat quietly working out problems in my book as little flecks of eraser began to dot my desk and hit the side of my head. I noticed Christopher chuckling to himself while picking at the end of his pencil. I scowled at him earning another laugh. With as much venom as I could muster, I whispered "What do you want, Idiot?" Gaining his attention. "I was wondering when you'd notice babe," he answered, smirking. Disgusting! He has the nerve to call me babe after dumping me out of "his" desk and throwing eraser bits at me. I turned towards the board after glaring at him for a couple more seconds.

The bell rang signaling the end of class. I could hear the Hallelujah chorus. I made a move for the door when Mr. Boxtrott called Christopher and me to his desk. I stopped halfway out the door and signaled Ade to wait a second as I turned on my heel and went up to Mr. Boxtrott's desk.

"Alright you two. Why do you think that it is ok to be goofing off in my class? I've come to expect this from you Mr. Crain, but you, Miss Thomas?" he said. My eyes hit the floor. I've never had a teacher disappointed in me before. I felt so awful. I wanted to punch Christopher right there. This was all his fault! I was snapped back into reality by Christopher tapping me sharply on the shoulder. "So what do you say?" Mr. Boxtrott inquired. "Say what to what?" I asked confused. "Wow, Lindy, you really are out of it. I was wondering it you would tutor Mr. Crain. It would be a good way for you two to work out your differences and Mr. Crain needs a bit of extra help. So what do you say?" I was awestruck to say the least. Me tutor Christopher Crain, the Christopher Crain. No. "Sure." I answered. Wait what? I just agreed. "Well then it's all set! Thank you, Lindy!" he said clapping his hands together. "Yep," I answered, desperate to get out of there. Christopher and I stepped out of the room together. "See you 'round, babe. Tutoring. Monday my place. I'll drive you." With that Mr. Christopher Crain left me awestruck in front of the calculus room.

What have I gotten myself into? This was a challenge unlike any other.

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