The Good Girl's Bad Boys [Book One of TGGBB Series] (Completed, Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Three: With the Occasional Door

"And if we could all turn to page 314 for our new lesson on the Divergence Theorem," Mr. Roberts droned, writing the term on the board.

Mr. Roberts, an awkward man in his late 30's with thinning hair and a bald spot smack at middle of his head. He sat back in his chair, straightening his tie and fidgeting in his seat. He fiddled with his small spectacles, cleaning them with a handkerchief before putting it back again. Everyone automatically groaned and took out their textbooks to flip to page 314. The only sound in the room was of pages being flipped in unison.

I couldn't help but let out a yawn before leaning my head to my arm that's propped by the desk. Even a certified nerd as myself can't help but die from boredom in this class. Sure, I live to learn and all that stuff, but even I can be bored sometimes. Mr. Roberts looked up from the textbook and cleared his throat.

"Yes..." The teacher paused a moment, probably racking his brain for the name that matched the face. "Parkins?"

"You're close," someone told him. "It's Parker."

Everyone turned to follow his gaze and saw someone raising his hand with a bored expression on his face. I knew who it was, it was Parker O'Neil. A quarterback in the football team. With short brown hair with natural highlights, bright blue eyes and charming grin, lots of girls have the usual crush on him. Like most of the football players, he has the same build, tall, and pretty muscular. He wore the school's varsity jacket practically everyday to show he's the in the football team and no one should forget it. He's a pretty popular guy, not very surprising actually. He usually jokes around in class as much as he doesn't pay attention. Actually, he never raises his hand in class. So it's pretty much a surprise on what he's doing with his hand up. Maybe he was just stretching.

Mr. Roberts shook his said. "Sorry Parkins-"

"Parker," he corrected again.

"Parker," the teacher corrected himself. "Do you have a question, Parker?"

"Yeah, it's about our topic with the detergent theorem," Parker said.

Everyone laughed at his mistake. It was so stupid, even I couldn't help but laugh along. But obviously, Mr. Roberts didn't get the joke and looked even more confused than ever.

Mr. Roberts eyebrows knitted together. "It's the Divergence Theorem. And what of it?"

"Well I have a theory of my own," Parker stated boldly.

"A theory is of science, a theorem is of mathematics. But something tells me that won't make much of a differ-"

"No, it will not!" Parker declared.

He sighed. "Okay then, Parkins-"

"Parker."

"Right, Parker. So let's hear this theory of yours even though we are in calculus." He said, pretty patiently.

"My theory is that if I make you go out of topic long enough, we would get less time on this class." Parker said smugly with a smirk on his face.

There a couple of snickers from my classmates. The others wore an amused look on their faces, liking the idea that they're time is being wasted with jokes than math.

Mr. Roberts frowned. "And is your so called theory correct?"

He really wasn't helping himself. Parker was clearly interrupting the class so we wouldn't go on the lesson, and he was being gullible and falling for it. I just sat back and watched where this conversation is going.

"Well," Parker said, pulling out an imaginary pen and beginning to take down notes. "Given that it's been a couple minutes since class started and we still haven't begun the lesson... Then yes, my theory is correct."