The boy next door

Chapter Seven: How to solve a difficult math equation 101...

Chapter Seven: How to solve a difficult math equatuon 101- Starring Mason Franklin

Math class was torture.

Mason just wouldn't leave me alone. Not for one damn second.

"Hey, babe" Mason whispered from beside me. He turned to look at me, but I avoided eye contact with him.

"I told you not to call me that, prick," I huffed, and continued writing the equation our teacher asked us to solve that was up on the board.

"Alright, Fine. Can I call you Sofie?" He pressed.

He was really pushing it with me.

I turned my head slightly, to face him.

"No."

Mason nodded his head and went back to doing his work.

Thank God.

I went back to solving the equation. That was until I realized I didn't understand half the crap on my page.

What the hell? What was this?

I had no clue how to freaking solve this stupid equation. There was just a bunch of numbers, decimals, and unsolved equations staring back at me.

My head turned to the side, where Benny was swiftly scribbling answers and drawing diagrams.

How the fu-

"Hey, can you help with this stupid equation? I don't understand how to solve it."

Benny turned his head to look at me.

"I really wish I could help you babe, but I'm literally scribbling and drawing random shit to make it look like I did the work," he answered honestly, and continued doodling. I huffed, putting my head in my hands.

Freaking hell.

What was I going to do now?

Our teacher began to walk around the classroom to check if we were doing okay. I started panicking. He was one of those scary teachers  that had a traumatic childhood and would let out all her hurt and anger on us, because the thought of teenagers irked him. Or maybe he was just a moody teacher, I don't know.

My head turned slightly, to check on Mason.

Hey, maybe we could fail together? He didn't really look like the brightest kid.

That seemed to calm my heart rate.

"You having difficulty with the equation, babe?" Mason asked without looking up from his copy. A small smirk played on his face.

Yes!

"No," I answered confidently. I wouldn't let Mason know that I was having trouble with the equation. He would just tease me.

Mason chuckled. "That's good, because I thought you needed help. I would have given you the answer." He knew what he was doing, and I hated it. He always found a way to get under my skin. He always had that advantage.