🫧Bubbles🫧 | DNF

🫧 Chapter 4 🫧

"Everyone is a moon and has a dark side, which he never shows to anybody."

— Mark Twain

Irregularity. What was wrong with it? A lot of things, actually. Having something unforeseeable happen is one of the worst things that could ever happen to George. Sitting alone in the far left corner of the classroom was a regularly occurring pattern. Having a certain boy sit down next to him on a rainy Wednesday was what you called an irregularity.

"Um... Can you please move?" George asked quietly.

"Hm? Why?" Clay furrowed his eyebrows.

"I usually sit alone."
"I've noticed! That's why I sat here."

"It creates a static pattern of me sitting in the back with my right desk empty. You sitting down will disrupt that pattern."

"Where's the fun in that? Doesn't it get boring?" Clay turned to look at George. George looked away. He knew Clay wouldn't understand. Why even attempt to speak to him truthfully?

"Don't look at me. It bothers me." George put his hand to the right side of his face, away from looking at the glaring boy next to him.
"Sorry." Clay nodded and looked back at his desk. "I didn't know."

It was currently physics, a subject George hated with a passion. As far as George had heard, there wasn't a single person in the school who willingly liked physics. He wasn't even sure if the physics teacher liked physics. Oh well. Physics is physics.

The teacher had given them a worksheet and allowed the class to quietly work with the person next to them. Maybe Clay wasn't aware of the fact that George was dumb as hell.

He was twisting and looking through all the formulas he had written down for himself, but he couldn't find anything that would help him solve it. If he saw another tension-based pulley question again, he would find a gun and shoot his worksheet.

Unfortunately, unlike most Americans, George didn't own a gun; he just settled on a small sigh.

"Are you having trouble with something?" Clay peeked over to look at George's worksheet.

"No. Go away." George guarded his paper with his hands to save his life and pulled it toward him.

Clay gave a small smile and gently pushed George's hand away. George yanked his hand away to avoid Clay touching it.

"Oh. Yeah, that is pretty difficult, I'll admit." He peered over at the formula sheet on George's desk. "You have the formula right here."

Summation of force equals mass times acceleration. George didn't understand how the formula could help. It doesn't even have the gravitational constant, which was needed to solve the question. Plus, there were two masses in the pulley problem; the formula only had one. George scoffed. He didn't need Clay to waste his time anyway.

"Look, you need to find the acceleration, so you put a equals summation of F divided by m. From that, you take it and change it to m squared times g and divide it by m1 and m2, which are the two masses over here. I have the formula written down right here if you wanna copy it." Clay pushed his formula paper towards George. It was staring right at him, but George just scowled and turned away.

"I don't need your help; I could've figured it out on my own."

Clay sat in silence for a bit before slightly nodding. "Ah... Alright. Well, I'm here if you change your mind."

George rolled his eyes, but Clay didn't comment on it. George understood he needed that formula because time was running out and he had to get a good grade in this class. So when Clay went around to dig in his backpack, George quickly looked over and copied down the formula onto his own paper. Plugging in the numbers was easy, as was solving the question. He was pleased with himself when he found the answer. Acceleration equaled 3,56 meters per second squared, if anyone was wondering. He knew no one was, and he gladly forgot the answer or the question had even existed.