To Lovingly Hate You

So Good, Too Good

Adeline POV

"And if X equals seven hundred and thirty-eight, what should Y equal?"

I... hate this.

I stared into those cold blue eyes so sharply as he simply asked the same question for the fourth time, his pen gently tapping my paper, his other arm draped over my shoulders. To others I'm sure this little study session looks adorable... and the thought of that alone makes me gag.

In reality, his arm is tense, and it's tense because I keep trying to get up to leave, as I don't exactly feel like studying... ever, and his arm is keeping me locked in place all by itself. I just... don't, I usually just lure the smart kids to whisper me the answers in class, but alas... he is actively forcing me to study, and his arm has trapped me and made it impossible for me to leave unless I caused a scene.

Despite my bold nature... between you and me, I do have quite severe social anxiety, and causing a scene in a negative light is never my go-to... especially in a quiet library.

I eventually looked back down, tearing my glaring eyes from his cold, unchanging blues, looked down at my math homework... and just stared at it.

Also between you and me... I have straight A's in writing and literature, always have, and I go to nearly none of the classes... I have an affinity for it, I've never cheated for it, and I enjoy it, I do... but math... I have never understood it, and history feels tedious as all we learn about is human history, also between you and me... I have to constantly look up terms and how to do basic shit because it never sticks, and it's rather distressing, staring at a packet of questions, that I hold zero answers to.

Humans made this shit up... and in my opinion, it's fucking stupid, counting and the basics are all any normal creature with sentience of our levels need... when we aren't scientists or something.

I took a breath and slowly took the pencil from his hand, slipping it out and spinning it to sit in my own hand, and I just... stared at it, he'd written out step by step what to do and I just... who the fuck needs to know how to do this? Rocket scientists probably, bitches that go to space, and I... am a creature of the exact opposite extreme. I let out a huff and just dropped the pencil, shaking my head before looking back at him,

"I don't wanna do this, if you're going to force me to do my homework... I wanna do my literature"

I whispered, but he simply... I hate when he just tilts his head at me, I really do, like some sort of... intrigued puppy dog. That usually means he's about to say something that's gonna piss me off,

"You... don't know how to do any of this, do ya?"

Yup, told you.

I narrowed my eyes and looked back at the paper before scoffing, shaking my head as I spoke,

"I do, I just don't feel like it"

I lied right through my teeth, and yet when I looked back up at him, he had simply narrowed his eyes and... shook his head at me, just like that,

"Don't lie to me, it's insulting to my intelligence, c'mon, I know you can read and write more eloquently than some published authors I've read, I've seen your grades and some of your papers, this is what needs the most assistance, so we work on this first, and that's final"

Okay... and how he's attempting to bluff I see, catch me in a lie... well, I can stack my lies if I have to, I'm brilliant at keeping track,

"Why would you accuse me of lying just like that? I genuinely just don't wanna do this right now, we're reading "Much Ado About Nothing" in literature right now, it's one of my favs"