Hey y'all. I actually had so much fun writing this chapter. In fact, I added a part I didn't intend to, but it felt right...does that make sense? So this chapter is, in fact, longer than the previous one because I wanted to add more stuff for you guys (still making up for my three-week absence.)
Levi
Monday-6:45 pm
"What math are you in?" she asked, still distant and indifferent.
"Um," I was caught off guard by this swift change of topics. "Intermediate Geometry"
"Intermediate Geometry? In eleventh grade?" she sounded surprised as if she's never heard of the class.
"Ya, I had to take Algebra 1 twice...so I'm taking geometry now....but uh, I failed in the at-level Geometry class...so...they put me in a below average class." I swallowed uneasily, I knew I was dumb. And the look Emery gave me confirmed it.
She was in AP Calculus, I remember she took Geometry in eighth grade, so she started high school in Algebra II Honors and continued on in the high stakes math classes.
She seemed disappointed, but not surprised. I didn't know what she'd expect; I'd be failing pre-cal honors?
"Okay...so what are you learning right now?" she asked her voice similar to baby talk. I grimaced, upset.
Mad at her for treating me like I was dumb....but mad at myself because I don't know what we are actually learning.
"Distance?," I blurted, but it sounded more like a question. The only reason I remember is that Vivian was flirtatiously telling me something about how distance can't be negative.
"Okay," she said, uncertain. My answer obviously didn't satisfy her nor provided any idea what I was actually studying. "Are there number lines?"
"Uh....yeah?" I contorted my face in confusion, my mind getting lost in all the math classes. All the math classes where I sat near the window of a second story building and contemplated jumping at every second.
Emery made a disturbed face. "Uh...ya?" she mocked my uncertainty of something that I should know.
I shrugged, feeling embarrassed. My head began to hurt because my only memories of the past week's math classes were thought tempting window.
Or thoughts of when my dad would next beat me. Or why I was such a screw-up.
I do think of lines; the vertical lines etched on wrists and the horizontal ones lacing up my thighs.
Not number lines. I hate numbers.
I glanced away, trying to avoid the notorious 'Emery Nates Judging Death Stare.'
She let out an exasperated sigh as if she already knew the answer. "Do you at least have your textbook?
Being the dumb male specimen I am I perked up, my eyes widening with pride. After minutes of feeling utterly, terribly worthless and stupid..I did something right.
"I do!" I exclaimed, a bit too loudly. As I leaned over to open my bag, I heard her chuckle slightly
"Boys," she muttered under her breath.
Feeling self-conscious once more, I placed the textbook gently on my lap.
"Let me see," she instructed firmly. Not waiting for a response she grabbed the book from me, and as she did a serious of wrinkled half piece of paper fluttered out.
My heart skipped a bet; terror ceased my body as I knew if she picked one of those up I was going to go back to being the jack ass quarterback.
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