Things We Hide || Sanders Sides

~ Part 2 ~

Searching through the endless contents of his locker, Logan pushed aside neatly stacked books and files, moving piles and piles of notes carefully over to the edge until he could reach his laptop, pulling it out and slamming the door shut. Barely giving enough time to lock it again, Logan tucked the electronics under his arm and began running down the hallway, dodging weird glances until he reached a block of toilets, sealed off for repairs.

Glancing around, he quickly ducked under a single line of tape across the door and went inside, placing his laptop onto the counter, keys clacking as his fingers flew across them.

Within minutes he had sent a copy and pasted message to everybody whom he knew was in his contacts. He didn't exactly explain the situation, but he certainly implied strongly and mentioned that his phone was no longer in his own possession. At least Roman couldn't entirely destroy him with his phone now.

Somehow managing to slide the laptop inbetween a chemistry folder and his French work, Logan slid the bag onto his back and slipped out of the toilets, beginning to quickly walk towards the next lesson.

For a moment he was relieved. Mathematics. This was something academic, something which he held the ability to do well.

Until he realised that he shared the class with Roman. Great.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, he adjusted his bag strap on his shoulder and quietly walked into the room, teacher nodding once towards him before looking back down to finish her marking. Long ago she had figured out that it was easier to let him get on with his own work instead of having him finish the regular work within minutes and proceed to correct her when she made a mistake or calling out correct answers before anybody else even had the chance to consider it. The only downside was that, in return for being left alone, he had to assist anybody in need of help.

Seated at the back, leaning back a little in his chair and eyes glancing across the work, Roman had no idea what the hell was going on. He was certain that at this point the teacher had explained something in a foreign language and now expected him to understand it.

Lowering his chair and leaning forward, he ran a hand through his hair to move it out of his eyes and reread the question for the fifth time. The words and numbers made absolutely no sense and all he could figure out was that there was some sort of 'x' which he had to find. Couldn't 'x' find themself and leave him alone? That would be great.

Deciding to just go along with it anyway, Roman picked up the pen from the side of his desk and began to scribble something down, frowning at the paper as he tried to figure out what the hell he was actually writing. Realising that he'd gone completely wrong, Roman crossed out the working with a thick line and began to redo the question, page soon becomming full with scribbled out work and black symbols that could barely be described as numbers. Frustrated, Roman threw the pen onto his desk and leant back in his chair, letting out a breath as he placed his hands behind his head.

Glancing up from his own desk, having completed the work in no time and now practising algebraic equations, Logan let the edges of his lips rise up into a triumphant smirk, only dropping as he looked over at the teacher.

His sudden burst of annoyance had caught her attention, unfortunately, and so she nodded her head towards Roman, glaring at Logan as if to remind him of their deal. A small huff of breath releasing through his nose, Logan rested his pen on top of his sheet and stood up, walking over until he was in front of Roman's desk. Quickly glancing at the question which Roman was on, Logan pointed to something on the sheet.

"You have failed to turn this into a reciprocal version, never mind place it into the appropriate equation and complete the translation."

Logan's voice is colder then it may normally have been when helping other students, but really could anybody blame him?