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11. 'proximity'

consistent arc yall.

"This, this relationship we have. It needs to be closer. It needs more proximity."

MAY 14TH (same day as last chapter.

7th period. 2:56pm. Algebra 1 AP.

FRANK: 

I banged my head down on top of my math paper, scrunching up my face, wrinkling ever so slightly in discomfort. When the fuck will this shit end, n shit.. I'm finna be sleeply at tryouts, and I actually was practicing for tryouts this year! Last year I was so close to making that shit before I got cut, this time around though, I doubt my bish' ass this year will not make it. I've been practicing daily, gettin' up earlier jus to practice my stud breathing, and just overall stamina. Been doin' this since February, so I will not let myself fuck it up this time. Plus, the niggas who do track always looks like they having lots of goodtimes n shit, and I mean, a lot. Like, they always cheer eachother on during races, have these parties, hangout with eachother after practice, all dat shit. Although the more popular stoner niggas like Travis are always the ones who make the team without even having to tryout. Sometimes, I really wonder why, like, some kids were picked before him who were- Just as I continued thinking, a loud noise interrupted my thoughts, including my name.

"Christopher? The answer for X(ab)?" Mrs. Monroe repeated. As I glanced around quickly, I noticed everyone had there eyes on me.

"Uh, yuh.." I stuttered out. Glares began to grow on me as I finally let out some random answer for a question earlier. "7..?" I guess outloud.

"Incorrect, Christopher." I saw Mrs. Monroe uttered, rolling her eyes slightly. I saw Amala and Montero together slightly giggle. Everyone else kinda followed. My mouth went agape in aungish. I turned to Earl, trying to get him for help with a signal gesture of my palm, but he just shrugged it off.

I grimaced slightly, digging my nails into my palms slightly. Visibly cringing, Mrs. Monroe began to add on. "Well, a hint for you Christopher is maybe to pay attention to the board. Also, this was a question not having to do with any prime number itself, if you were to actually pay attention to the work. 

I began to come up with a excuse for myself, to be able to have less people legit laughing their asses off at me. "Well, I can't really see the board. I'm kinda far away. All the way in the back, and you know I have a lil sensitive vision." I began, pondering at the idea of this actually working.

"Oh?" Mrs. Monroe responded, tilting her head slightly, her blonde curls falling back on her shoulder like a waterfall. Vice versa for the rest of the class.

"Yuh. I think I needa be more closer." I continued, gesturing more to the board.

"Like in what?" She'd say, her teeth tugging down on her mouth.

"More.. proximity." I let out.

Suddenly, as I finished saying that, the bell rung, everyone immediatly rushing to get their bags and just pack and leave to Exploratory period. I never ever fucked with Algebra or just math class itself, so this was a good time for me to just dip out. I began to cross to the door with the rest of the students, before suddenly, a random persons almost older, wrinkly hand tapped on my shoulder lightly. I turned, my eyes locking in on Mrs. Monroes pale face immediatly, her face wrept with deep sorrow.