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(n.) the reason I passed math

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I flinched as a paper with a bright red fat F slammed down in front of me. "You're failing my class." As if that wasn't the obvious.

"Mr. Jenkins, I know that I'm failing your class," I angrily muttered while crossing my arms.

"Then why are you continuously failing every test? I had Tariq tutor you. There are no improvements. At this point, you may get expelled," he said, his eyes shifting to the six-foot-one jock sitting next to me.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't know. I tried to help him. He doesn't want to listen half the time," Tariq lied.

"Excuse you?" I crossed my legs, sitting upright where both of them could visibly see my gorgeous face. "I sat and listened to you rant about BS! You don't take the time to explain equations. At this point, what are you good for?"

Tariq chuckled. "I'm not the one who was last picked on the list of acceptance."

"That's enough," Mr. Jenkins scoffed then pressed his butt against his desk. "What can I do to help you? Tell me, Grapes."

I don't know. You're the teacher, I wanted to say but didn't have the balls to. I'm already on thin ice. I can't imagine getting kicked out then my parents look at me with those disappointed eyes.

"Don't expel me, please," I sighed, leaning forward on the desk then pursed my lips at Tariq biting back his laugh.

"Then how can I help you?" He clasped his hands in front of his lap. "Math is a simple subject."

To you.

"It's not." I don't know why it was so hard for me to grasp this satanic subject. "I'm sorry but I don't know. I can maybe try getting another tutor?"

"As if that'll help," Tariq mumbled, incoherently. My gaze snapped at him with the corner of my lip raising.

"I've tried helping you. You need to show me that you want to be here," Mr. Jenkins firmly said. "I want to see you pass my next test."

My eyes widened. "What?!" The next test was this upcoming Friday and today was Tuesday!

"Please don't do this, Mr—"

"That's it, Grapes." He raised his hand to shush me and I bit my lower lip. "If you don't pass this one, you will not be a student here. You two are dismissed."

Tariq was the first to stand. He glared down at me as he tossed his bag over his shoulder then walked out.

"Leave my classroom," Mr. Jenkins demanded as he sat down behind his desk.

I hate this damn school. I snatched my Bratz bag then walked out. I won't make it here. Unless I cheat but I don't know how I can do that.

He teaches way too fast for me and refuses to acknowledge his flaws as a lecturer.

Stress was not a good look. At this point, my forehead will start to get wrinkles. I might start yelling at others and myself for no reason. That's not demure.

I walked these halls and the smell of expensive fragrances intoxicated the air.

Once a vibration made my butt feel funny, I quickly turned into the restroom then slid my phone out to see if I received a message from my only friend here.