"you have to use the first equation, which is: vfy = viy + ay(t)." namjoon blurt.
"you're not given the time, so the only equation you can use is the third one." i corrected him.
"don't correct me!" he yells, "we're not given time because we're suppose to find that shit."
"why the fuck do we have to calculate how long it took for a pencil to drop down the desk. if my pencil falls; i simply pick it up. why do i need to calculate this shit?"
"it's your senior year, at least stop whining like a kid," he said.
"i'm not whining," i scoff. "this is useless stuff and i'll never need this in my life. dang it! i miss chemistry."
"dummy, just shut up and do your work." namjoon knocks on my head.
"did you just call me dummy?" i raise my eyebrows.
"yes, i did. you had to do lots of math in chemistry too, why don't you like physics then?" he asked.
"i just don't."
"that's because you're dumb," he laughs.
"i swear to god, keep calling me dummy and you won't be able to see the sunrise tomorrow."
"dummy." he said, seriously testing my patience.
"don't call me dumb, you dumbass." i yelled.
everything went silent and that's when i realized the whole class attention was on me and namjoon, including mr. jung's
"what did i say about the uses of that word miss jiyeon?"
"but he called me dumb! why don't you yell at him as well."
"miss jiyeon."
"i swear to god mr. jung, why don't you just give me detentions for breathing in your fucking class."
"you're right. detention during lunch."
