Dumb Blonde

Prodigy

Sal pov

Ok, ok, calm down. So you found out you have a crush on Travis Phelps. . . .no big deal. . . Oh who am I kidding? This is a huge deal! A bigger than big deal! What am I gonna do? Ugh! Lord why me?

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and back to reality when Mrs. Packerton came over and handed me a worksheet. Great, on top of my crush dilemma, I have to do math. It wasn't much of a problem though, I knew how to do every question on the worksheet, it was easy for me. I just sighed and got to work on the math problems.

about 20 min later

I was finishing up problem 6 when I was interrupted by Mrs. Packerton scolding someone. I was curious so i looked up from my paper to see her yelling at Travis. What was she yelling at him for? I decided to tune in on the conversation, and what i heard was, very interesting.

"That still doesn't explain why you weren't doing your work." Says Mrs. Packerton

"I honestly couldn't care less about an explanation, I'm not doing work i already know how to do. It's pointless." Travis replies, not looking up from his sketchbook.

"Oh is that right? You already know how to do all the work?" Mrs. Packerton asked, sounding extremely annoyed.

"Yes i do, i thought we already covered that, don't tell me you already forgot. Oh wait, I'm sorry, i should've known, your an elderly woman, it's only natural that your memory would be horrible." Travis replied calmly, still not looking up from his sketchbook. All of the kids stopped doing their work and stared at him, some snickering and giggling at the remark.
How the hell could this guy insult a TEACHER without being hesitant!? He didn't even break a sweat, he just went straight on to attack her.

Meow~, kitty got claws.

I giggled quietly at the comment, Mrs. Packerton was filled with rage, she was giving Travis the death stare. It was funny to see the old lady losing to an 18 year old.

"Well then, if you think you're so smart, then you wouldn't mind telling me the answer to #12?" Mrs. Packerton asked giving him a sweet smile, she was obviously frustrated, but #12? That one was the hardest problem out of all them, and that's coming from me.
Travis just sighed and looked up from his sketchbook and at Mrs. Packerton, he looked her straight in the eye and  immediately replied:

"15i radical 3xy squared."

He proceeded to look back down at his sketchbook and continued to draw. Everyone just stared at him, including Mrs. Packerton. Every single person in the classroom looked at him like he was crazy, I could tell we were all thinking the same thing: WTF!?

How on earth did he get that answer in the time span of 2 seconds??? I needed to make sure he wasn't fucking around, I quickly scribbled into my paper, working out the problem, and got the same answer. . . how did he figure that entire question out in his head??
Mrs. Packerton was just as surprised as everyone else. She quickly went to her desk and got out a book which I assumed had the answers in it. She looked through it and looked at Travis, she was shocked.

"That's, that's correct. . ." She said.

Holy shit, turns out Travis Phelps is a prodigy at math, heh, not bad preacher's boy, not bad.

"Still gonna make me do the worksheet?" Travis asked politely, looking up from his drawings.
"I'd be happy to do another problem for you." He said giving a sweet smile
His smile was . . . pretty, I knew it was fake, but still. If his fake smile's this nice, then I wonder what his real smile looks like. I blush deeply at the thought. Ugh- I'm such a simp.

Travis pov

I waited for a reply from Mrs. Packerton, this woman was getting on my last nerve, but I kept up the smile, just for good measure.

"Well?" I asked getting impatient.

"N-no, that's quite alright." Replied Mrs. Packerton.
I gave her another smile and went back to my sketchbook. Great! Now I don't have any work to do! This is one of the things I can thank my brain, which is usually good for nothing, it's smart and doesn't make me do unnecessary work. Satisfied with myself, I continued drawing, i had long finished my bird drawing, I was just doodling at this point.                                                     

This was also when I realized that people were staring at me. I didn't care about it, but it made me extremely uncomfortable, especially when I knew Sal was also staring at me. I had no proof of that, but I knew he was, I could feel his bluebell eyes staring at me through his mask. I turned my head around slightly, praying that I was wrong, praying that Sal wasn't staring at me. . . . .                                                                                                       

Unfortunately, I was right, he was staring at me. We locked eyes for a second, his beautiful blue eyes looking straight at mine. I think he was surprised by the stunt I pulled just now, his eyes were wide, I could tell. Then he smiled, well, I assume he did anyway, you couldn't really tell because of his prosthetic, but his eyes changed shape ever so slightly, it was cute.

I blushed slightly for a second before quickly turning my head away from him. I wanted to smile back at him, I wish I could, but I couldn't, and I don't know why. Ugh! I need to stop thinking about him! I just wanted the class to end, I wanted next period to start already so I wouldn't have to deal with Sal.

Please let this class end already.

And, that's this chapter! you're welcome. i actually don't have much to say about this chapter so, stay tuned for the next one.

~n0_face