Virtual Attraction [COMPLETE]

15| I Hate Math

           
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I tried to pay attention during my last period math class, but my mind kept wandering back to Mr. Philipps and my Mom. It got to a point where I couldn't even take notes. Eventually I gave up and decided to work on more of my Fable story.

            I didn't need math. Whatever profession I chose would be one that didn't have anything to do with numbers. It would be miles away from algebra and trigonometry.

            I closed out of the Word screen I'd been using to take notes and began working my Fable story. Mr. Maloney, my math teacher, probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference between my taking notes and my writing anyway. I made sure to keep looking up often, so he'd think I was still paying attention.

            I checked my Fable story, scrolling through the usual comments.

            One comment stood out more than the others. A user named L had said:

            Hey. Come to the party this Friday?

            Was this BlackLight_00 using another account? Or just some random weirdo on the internet?

I waited for the user to explain him or herself, but when no further response came, I replied, Um no.

            L replied, Why?

            Because I don't know you...

            It's me. L as in Elliot.

            I replied, O_o Elliot?

            L: I didn't have your number so I had to message you this way. Tacky, I know xD

            Wait...how do I know it's really you? I joked. What kind of car do you drive?

...A lambo.

Anyone would know that...I continued. What's its name?

Harriette.

Don't you mean Harper? I said, remembering how I'd called his car Harper when he'd dropped me off at the Riverside complex.

            Haha, so funny. Said no one ever.

So what party? I typed. And why do I need to go?

You don't NEED to go...but I was hoping you'd want to. With me.

            Suddenly, there was a loud slap on my desk. I looked up into the disapproving frown on Mr. Maloney's face. Around me there were snickers, as people anticipated what was coming. My punishment.

            "Miss Allen. What is answer to the question on the board?"

            I looked up. Even though I was wearing my glasses, all I could make out were squiggly lines and numbers—none of it made any sense.

            "Um..." I said, unable to speak. Unable to process anything that was written on the board.

            "The answer is three." He said, as though it was so simple. "And you would know that, because I've only said it six times during this lecture."

He shoved my laptop off my desk and pulled it into his big, beefy arms. "You can have this back at the end of class."

            Waiting for the end of class was like watching paint dry. Mr. Maloney, my math teacher, had just gotten into one of his long tirades about practical uses of trigonometry in the real world and how important math was going to be for the rest of our lives. Blah blah blah.