PROMPT: Tom, pretending to be a student at Bronx School Of Science, gets pulled up to the front of the class to solve a problem. Noticing his struggle, the reader decides to help him.
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You were sitting in the middle of math class. Barely paying attention as usual.
It really wasn't your fault that you had a knack for math. You could half focus on the lesson and still get just as much out of it as any regular student.
Well, as regular as you can be in a school full of geniuses.
The teacher was up at the board reexplaining some formula that you had understood the first time he explained it.
He quickly copied down an example problem on the whiteboard.
"Okay, let's see," the teacher said, looking around the room, "new kid. Why don't you come to the board and show us what you got?"
You turn around to follow the teacher's gaze.
In the back of the classroom was a new student that you had seen earlier but didn't really notice until now.
Tom's eyes widened and he raised his head off his desk. He hadn't expected that he would have to actually do something.
"What?" He asks, clearly nervous.
"Just come on up and show us what you can do," the teacher said encouragingly.
The brown haired boy seemed terrified.
Tom got out of his seat, the whole class watching him as he made his way to the front of the classroom.
He took the marker out of the teacher's hand with his own shaking one.
"Okay, right. Umm..." Tom muttered to himself. Although the room was so quiet everyone could hear it.
"Poor thing," you thought, "It's intimidating enough that it's his first day, and now he's up at the board."
A minute or two goes by and you finally decide to speak up.
"Professor," the teacher instantly turns his head to you in the front row, "It's his first day. Why not give him a break?"
You were never one to question a teacher's thinking. Only when you deemed the situation unfair would you speak out.
"Well, Miss (L/N). Since you have seemed to find an interest in the new kid, why don't you help him?"
You notice the whole class snicker.
"Fine," You say calmly. You get out of your seat, heading straight towards the new boy.
Tom looked at you anxiously.
You gently take the marker out of his hand and begin explain.
Tom doesn't do much more than nod his head every once in a while, pretending to understand.
You took a mental note in his absentmindedness.
When you had gotten to a very simplified version of the equation, he still didn't seem to understand.
You casually walked over so you were slightly behind him, passing him the marker.
"The answer's 36," you whisper to him. He turned to look at you. He gives you a 'are you serious?' look.
You nodded your head eagerly.
"You can do it," you say out loud so the whole class can hear.
You give him a friendly pat on the shoulder and sit back down in your chair.
"And this," he says while circling the rest of the equation, "equals to 36." He scrawls the number underneath.
"Not bad new kid," the teacher compliments, "but next time try to do it without (Y/N)'s help."
