The story of US (JeanxMarco)

Having Lunch

(Okay so i'm going to start with just doing pov's one at a time throughout every chapter because when I try writing it, its really hard to figure out what to say for each one. By the by this chapters going to be longer for you's because I know I haven't written any actual well,... writing lol :p Just have fun with reading the chapter and comment on what you think :DDDD)

Jean's pov ~

"A-anyway, where do you wanna eat? I usually just go to one of the dining halls for lunch."

"Me too," he said softly. "Guess it's decided, huh?" He tossed me his
black notebook and walked on ahead, and I followed him out of the
building into the blinding sunlight.

There was a fuck ton of people out there, and I was incredibly grateful
that Marco was so tall and broad, or else I'd have gotten lost
completely. When we had finally reached a less busy part of the campus, I
took the opportunity to paw through Marco's notebook and quickly
located Monday's notes.

And let me tell you: I felt like I was trying to read Latin.

Except not Latin, but Greek. Literally.

"The fuck is with the Greek letters?" I wondered aloud.

"There's a key and some formulas in the top right corner," he told me,
but I didn't look up at him. I just kept staring at his notes.

The key sort of helped... but it also didn't. I was lost, man.

"You weren't fucking kidding... I still don't understand," I said more to myself than to Marco.

He replied with, "Told you."

I was still immersed in Greek alphabet and numbers and Marco's handwriting when I heard, "Hey! Jean, this way!"

I looked up to see Marco further behind me, and that he'd taken a left
without me noticing. I shouldn't have been as embarrassed as I was, but
still...

I awkwardly slipped the notebook under my arm and followed Marco more closely.

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"...and remember, you need to find the change in wavelength first."

"And that's delta lambda?"

"Yep!"

I scowled down at my paper as I quickly jotted down the equation,
tapping away at my calculator as I attempted to decipher the strange
symbols and formulas.

"Oh, wait," Marco piped up, correcting me, "once you find the radial
velocity, you divide it by the speed of light, remember?" He leaned
across the table between us to jab his finger at his notes, and I
concentrated on where he was pointing.

"That's the c in the formula..." I observed.

"Yeah! Aaaannd... you're done!" He smiled over at me encouragingly, and
the warm feeling seemed to only grow warmer. I hoped I'd get to see him
smile like that more.

Looking away, I sat back and rubbed at my temple. "Radial velocity is
shit," I grumbled, and he laughed- it was a warm laugh that came up from
deep within his chest, and it actually made me smile and feel proud of
myself.

"You're telling me," he agreed.

I sighed, and decided that he at least deserved to know how much his help was appreciated.