chapter 4

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"Get in." He commanded.

I obeyed him and slid into the back seat quietly. I stared down at my feet and fiddled with the end of my sleeves. I sat erect, stiff and awkward.

"Something wrong?"

Uh oh.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks."

That stung a little much at the end.

"Okay... If you're sure..."

We made our way to his dwelling. I looked it over and mustered up a few deductions from it.

I know he's probably the parental figure. I know he has a little brother. And I know his job, if he has one, is low pay. I know all too well how that is.

He told me not to mind about how bad the place looked. I didn't mind at all. It reminded me of home, actually.

He brought me to a room he says he does homework in. Then he offered me food and a drink. I declined, although I haven't eaten all day. My lunch was thrown to the ground.

He brought me food anyway.

I was handed cold pizza leftovers and a beer bottle.

...I was growing skeptical.

"Well? Go ahead." He encouraged as he took a swig from his.

"We can... work on.. 'Application of the derivative'..." I was distracted by his mouth around the dark rim as he sipped

...

"Do you know derivatives?"

"No."

"...well... What math are you in anyways?"

"Analytic geometry... and-... AP calc..."

I rummaged through my backpack and pulled out my book. I thumbed through the pages and put my papers and folders to hold in my mouth.

And I dropped my book. On my foot.

Thus, I opened my mouth and papers flew everywhere.

He helped me pick them up.

I got out my scratch paper out and wrote a few things down.

"Woah.. uh.." I could tell I made him feel stupid. I didn't want to do that.

"Well, how do you learn best? Reading the material? Notes? Or Expirence?"

He smirked. That was... unexpected.

"I'd say I learn best with experience, yeah."

He said that smugly.

"Okay then." I crumbled my scratch paper and took index cards out and started to write equations on them.

I held the first up.

"Do you know how to solve this?"

He finished his drink and leaned forward to squint at the card.

"Mm, Nope."

*sarcasm* great.

"This one?"

"Nada."

Of course not.

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