book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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054 long live the queen bee
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Nobody said it was going to be easy. Life, that was.
Bianca Prescott knew this and even so, she made the conscious decision that she wouldn't let her life end after her father's did.
What she didn't know was just how hard it would be.
Like the ocean, wave after wave, Life showed no mercy. Even the most mundane normalcies felt like bricks in her school bag or anchors instead of paperweights. Bianca was quickly learning that the calmest waters hid the most sinister rips andthe smallest of thunderclouds brewed the worst storms.
But Life, with some luck, threw a buoy and a little help along the way.
"I can't do it."
Bianca swallowed thickly, staring at the scattered papers across Pope's bed. Her grip tightened over her pen to hide her trembling hands when the boy glanced over his shoulder.
Pope pushed off the desk where he was scribbling away at his math homework and scooted his wheelie chair closer to the bed where Bianca sat with her legs tucked under her. They would do this, every couple of days while Cleo helped Heyward out at the shop.
With their textbooks scattered across the bedsheets and floors, study sessions with Pope became the only way Bianca could get anything done without being reminded of what she did. The silence of her bedroom couldn't be drowned out by even the loudest music blasting through her headphones.
Pope leaned forward on his chair, eyebrows furrowed, "It's asking you for the asymptotes of the hyperbola. So, all you gotta do is swap everything on the right side of the equal sign to the left side, change the negatives to positives, and vice versa- that's the quadratic equation. Then factor it out into intercept form and graph it."
Bianca blinked at the papers. Her throat tightened to the point she could hardly respond. Even if she could, what would she say?
That she should have never picked up this stupid AP class just because it looked good on her transcript? That there was no point in trying to get her life back together? That it wasn't math that was the problem, it was her?
