Dangers of Daydreaming

Chapter 3

This chapter is just too long (ehem sexual innuendo jk). PS, the one with the sliding across the ground scene was reaaal lol okay. Enjoy!

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Out of all the subjects that I take, I can say that Math is by far the worst and the most difficult one I’ve ever encountered.

            And I’m talking about all kinds of Mathematics here – Trigonometry, Geometry, Algebra, Calculus, Statistics, and everything in between. Math used to be so simple before, like adding two and two. But now… It’s just too fucking hard.

            I mean, it’s just so hard that it could probably be used to cut diamonds and shape them into whatever you wanted.

            Damn all those Greek and Roman and weird mathematicians that contributed to the pain that the students of the present time are currently experiencing. It may have been fun before, to discover something new and boast about it with your groupie, but it isn’t now.

            But, thankfully, I have a genius for a best friend. Tom said that I don’t even have to pay him for tutoring me, even though I insist because it’s like the least I can do for him, but he always finds something that just makes me agree with him.

            I’m now convinced that Tom is a master in persuasion.

            “Hey,” He says in that weird Australian-American accent of his, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Are you even listening?” But his tone isn’t angry or irritated, like what most people apply whenever the person they’re talking to isn’t focusing to them. And that was why Tom’s my best friend – well, Xander and Katherine are, too – because he’s patient.

            “Sorry, got a little bit distracted,” I say sheepishly. “But before you continue… Can I ask you something first?” I ask, pushing my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. We are in the library, and it is fifth period – in which we both have free sessions.

            “Technically, you just did,” he chuckles to himself, and then he stops when I give him a flat look. “But that doesn’t count, so go on,” he mutters quickly. I’m close to laughing at his face because it is just too funny to see the hilarity drain from his face.

            But I don’t, and thank God for that, because, usually, when I laugh, I become this weird, freaky cackling machine and then gradually become a mute seal, clapping my hands like a fucking hypocrite. And that isn’t really a pleasant sight.

            Although, sometimes, I laugh rather civilly. But I still manage to sound like a caveman when I’m laughing properly without even trying.

            Plus, the librarian might reprimand us – but mostly me – again for misbehaving and interrupting the other students who are actually interested to learn. I don’t see why she can say that to us now, though. The part wherein we interrupt the students’ learning development, I mean, when there are like only three students here – me, Tom, and that student who manages the counter for extra credit.

            So we basically have the library all to ourselves.

            “Okay,” I clear my throat. “You’re in standard Trig, right?” He nods. “Okay,” I say again, not sure how to continue. “So… Gus is your classmate? ‘Cause I heard he’s taking that class, too.”

            His gaze drops from my face to the books and, finally, down to the floor. Is he uncomfortable with me talking about Gus? I mean, I know that they always tell me to tone down my uncontrollable obsession with “the American boy,” as they put it. Maybe that’s what this is all about.