Bromance

Music Room vs. Acorns

When Monday came around Alistair being Alistair finished all the work that he missed out on, which goes to show that he didn't need my help at all and I'm just a random nuisance. He probably knew he wasn't going to need my help (or I wasn't going to be much help to begin with) yet still opted for me to come over to his house that day, which is kind of sweet now that I think about i-

"Kyler do you understand the sum?" I stood by Mr Nathanson's desk because I vaguely remember not understanding the sequence of numbers in front me –but then again when do I ever? Its maths!- and I asked for Mr Nathanson for help.

"Huh?" I stared at him dumbly.

"Okay, whatever lover you have on your mind right now I need you to push him or her to the back of your mind and concentrate solely on this sum okay?" He sighed and explained the algebraic equation again and I really did listen the second time around, it made a little more sense, "Do you understand it now?"

"Yeah, not completely but a lot more than 7 minutes ago." I shrugged and tried out the sum again.

"Okay, well I suggest that you work on understanding it completely; you know June exams are just around the corner." He warned me more with his bushy, intense eyebrows than his voice.

"Ugh come on sir, that's like 2 months away" I mumbled.

"Like I said before: just around the corner. I really hope you increased your school performance because next year everything goes towards university. In some cases Grade 11 is more important than grade 12, so you have to work extremely hard."

Mr Nathanson is an awkwardly tall maths teacher who likes lumberjack shirts and has an afro as big as a lion's mane (okay that was a bit dramatic, the point is he has a really big afro), he cares a great deal about my school career just as much as my parents, he's like a parent away from home- I can never get away from them!

"Okay" I sighed, "How about I get extra lessons?" I suggested hopefully.

"We've already tried that" He glared at me as the bell rang for break, his eyebrows saying 'Oh no you don't, we have a conversation to finish.' ," And you never showed up on time" He said in disappointment like he looked forward to helping his most struggling 10th grade maths student.

"Right." I looked longingly at the door as people packed their bags and said goodbye to Mr Nathanson, making their way to sweet, sweet freedom, "I have a friend who's good at pretty much everything he does, so he must be good at maths. I'll ask for help from him, and he lives close to me so it won't be a struggle showing up." I suggested enthusiastically.

"Okay" Mr Nathanson nodded with a sceptical look, "What's your friend's name?"

"Alistair"

"Alistair Karrington?" He looked at me in surprise, "He is in the higher maths class so he must be quiet good" He mused thoughtfully.

"Yeah he is" I agreed even though I've never asked about his capabilities in maths.

"Okay, well talk to him and if he's unconvinced you can bring him to me to manipulate him."

"Trust me I can do that without your help" I smiled smugly at him.

"And actually have lessons with him. In fact it would be best if you bring him to me so I can discuss with him what to teach you, okay?"

"Okay sir"

"You can go now"

"Thank you sir" I sighed in relief, grabbed my bag and made a run for the door where my nose was hit with the delicious scents from the tuck shop and my mouth immediately began watering. I dropped my bag off at my next class and made my way to the tennis courts, where Rita was probably waiting for me with a those magnificent chicken pies and then I would go to find Alistair; but I didn't need to walk very far because on my way there I saw Alistair surrounded by a group of people and I immediately began to feel irritation swell within me.