Fifty Shades of Math

One-Shot (and it hit me right)

»Today we'll learn about the complex numbers. You see, as we've seen before with real numbers, the equation...«

Our Math teacher decided to start a new chapter in Math just before the end of the school year. I can't say I ever hated Math, but this "Complex numbers thing" really started to question the limit of my common sense and logic in Math. I guess I've just realized that Math is pure philosophy in some aspects. And as such... I don't really like it.
The teacher drew a coordinate system on the board, trying way too hard to explain to us the whole thing. As she was drawing the lines on the board, I slightly turned my head to the side and let myself take another sneak peek. He was so... absorbed in drawing into his notebook that he completely forgot about everything else around him. His tongue was sticking out, showing his effort to make the drawing perfect. The look on his face, showing that he's fully concentrating on copying from the board, was almost immobile. And his eyes... oh his eyes... let's just say that once he looked at you, you couldn't detach your eyes from his. At. All.

His name was Lio. He was almost a year older than me... well, no wonder, since I was the youngest in my class. The first thing you would notice about him was his goofy, adorable smile that made you crack a smile as well. He had short brown hair, always stylized in a quiff, aside from days when he'd come to classes with a serious case of messy bed hair, which would only prove that he could pull off everything. His divine brown eyes, imitating the swirling oceans of creamy dark chocolate, reflected his sparkling, irresistible character. And he had one of those kinds of bodies that at first you wouldn't acknowledge as being muscular, but when you got lucky to see it... damn, that was the meaning of defined! It's not hard to pinpoint the reason of my affection; one cold winter day he went out with some schoolmates during the break. He returned chuckling, soaked from snow from head to toe. Apparently, a snow fight erupted and he seemed to be the ultimate martyr. He was forced to pull his shirt off so he wouldn't catch a cold and well... the body spoke for itself. The contracting muscles, wrapping his body, chiselled to perfection... I fell in an absolute obsession, thinking about him day by day. We were schoolmates for the second year now and the feelings I've been having for him were slowly driving me to insanity.

The last thing on our Friday schedule was PE. We had preps for the 2 mile run, which was going to be graded. The whole time, I was living a paradox of relentlessly searching for Lio in the crowd of 20 other guys while convincing myself that we were never to be and trying to focus on the run. Drained of all energy, physical and mental, I followed the group back to "The Torture Chambers", as I decided upon naming our locker room (it was divided into 3 sections, fenced with iron bars, resembling cages and filled with silent cries of our poor unfortunate high school souls). I was genuinely done for the day, a huge part of it being the misery of Lio's obvious heterosexuality and disinterest in me. I was just about done dressing up, tying my shoelaces, feeling disappointed and angry with myself, when all of a sudden I felt a shadow over me. I looked up and was met with a shining pair of eyes. Lio stood in front of me, seemingly a bit anxious. Then, he asked me if I was free this afternoon. He had trouble studying for the last Math test, which he failed, and having another chance to pass it, he was thinking I could perhaps help him study. My heart froze. He... came to me? To ask me... to... tutor him??! The act in itself was exciting enough, not to mention the exhilarating shyness in his question. When a second later my heart started pumping the blood with twice as much speed through my veins as before, I choked out the words "Yeah, sure," to end the silence. "Say, my house?" he offered. With my brain shut off, I blurted out further "You want me to come over?" He chuckled, saying we could take the bus over to his together. I was way too thrilled and bothered in a way to deny the offer or to say anything, so I just nodded. Probably way too excitedly.