Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

15. 💋

After looking up the meaning of the word obtuse, my mind felt subjected to some kind of humiliation ritual. I knew Amanda saw me as this inept student but to birth me with such a degrading adjective? That seemed a bit extreme. I mean, it's really not my fault that I have trouble retaining vital educational information, or any information that is  deemed as 'important'.

Obtuse? Am I really obtuse? Judging me solely on my academic performance is a shallow way to go Amanda. I'm pretty sure I could hold a perfectly decent and mentally stimulating conversation with her, over a cup of coffee - well, maybe not coffee per say since coffee isn't exactly my type of go to drink. It tastes weird. Bitter and disgusting. I don't understand why anyone would want to subject their taste buds to the inconceivable taste of coffee.

It is an acquired taste anyway. My dad once told my mom that I was an acquired taste. At the moment I didn't know what he meant by that. I actually received it as a compliment until I looked it up. So I guess coffee is also an acquired taste too. But I don't know, Amanda made me want to give coffee a shot. Maybe we two could hold a decent coffee date and talk about intellectual stuff, maybe even throw in some of those big words....

The way she looked at me as I doodled the mathematical formulas she'd written on the whiteboard, teaching me about the basics of trigonometric ratios , trying my best not to wander off topic, or stare at how tight her pant suit fitted around her ass, I could just feel the disdain she had for me as a person. It's like she was looking down on me and I hated it.

Reminded me of my father and how he hates me. I can handle my father's disdainful glares but not hers.

Pressing the tip of my pencil hard enough on my book as I wrote in a fit of rage  , it snapped broken, the charcoal grey grafite bouncing off my paper, Amanda twisted her neck enough to glance back at me ,her attention grabbed by the echoing of my breaking pencil. I try to locate my sharpener inside my backpack, her eyes still glued on me.

She was in the middle of explaining integration using long division and my mind was befuddled with all these equations, afraid it'd slip into a coma of confusion. That and the impending anger I'd harbored towards her for calling me obtuse! She was starting to act like my father and I hated that.

" Are we still together?" Her voice tickled my eardrums with its mellifluous flow but I refused to answer, hands digging deeper inside the pockets of my backpack, trying to locate my sharpener. " I'm not really going to repeat myself on this particular topic, Maxwell. "

" It's Max ," I grumbled under my breath, finally getting ahold of my plastic sharpener, drawing it out before fitting the tip of my pencil inside the gaping hole of it.

" What was that?" She asked.

" I said my name is Max," I didn't mean to bark but I did. " Not Maxwell. "

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline, a mesmerized look on her face , calmly setting the mark pen down on the tray next to the whiteboard eraser as her arms folded across her chest. " Is that so?"

" You want me to address you as Mrs Dawson, the least you can do is respect my wishes too, and call me Max, not Maxwell" The crunching sound of me twisting the pencil inside the sharper, watching its skin peel off as I sharpened it filled the silence. I avoided her eyes once done with the task , setting the pencil shavings aside together with the blue sharpener and dove right back to scribbling formulas I knew nothing about. I never pass any of her classes so I really didn't give a shit.

I don't even know what it was that I was scribbling, something about u-substitution with a bunch of dx and factored constants and integration -

" Are you sure you're okay?" Her voice sounded so close to me and that's when I lifted my gaze only to see her standing right in front of my desk. That look she had previously worn, one that reminded me of how much of a failure I was , had soon dissipated into a look I had never ever seen on Amanda's face before in my entire life of knowing her.