Off The Ice

Chapter 55

"Okay this isn't even math," Harry whines as he slams his pencil down on the desk in defeat. I laugh at him and make him pick it back up. 

"Yes it is. Here, watch and listen; I'll show you how to do it."

"Fine by me." He hands me his pencil and slides his paper over to me. The teacher just gave them a packet they had to complete today over the lesson from last class and whatever they don't finish is homework. Harry was just going to not do it and leave but I made him stay so he could have a grade in this class. 

"Okay, so it gives you all three sides of the triangle and it wants you to find the angles using Law of Cosines."

"That means nothing to me."

"Do you remember the equation?"

"Something squared equals a negative number to the something power minus something," he says in a montonous voice. 

I laugh a little before correcting him. "Close. A squared equals B squared plus C squared minus two times B times C times the cosine of a."

"Right, yeah, that."

"Okay shut up and just answer my questions. What's five squared?"

"Twenty-five." I write down his answer below the example equation.

"And what's eight squared?" 

He thinks for a second and then speaks. "Sixty-four."

"And twelve squared?"

"A hundred and forty-four."

"What's sixty-four plus one-forty-four?"

He furrows his brow together and takes the pencil from my hands so he can do the addition on the paper. I guess he's not very good with numbers. 

"Two-oh-eight."

"Now what's two times eight times twelve?"

"Whoa where are you getting all of these numbers from?" he asks, shaking his head and leaning away from the paper. 

"Well if you paid more attention to the sheet you would see that side A equals five, which explains the five squared, side B equals eight which explains the eight squared and that eight, and side C equals twelve which explains-"

"Oi, okay I get it," he interrupts me. "You can't honestly expect me to focus on pointless algebra when you're sitting right next to me smelling amazing and looking hot as all hell wearing my glasses." 

"First of all this is technically trigonometry. Secondly, don't be an idiot. Focus," I instruct. "So what's two times eight times twelve?"

"A big number that I don't feel like figuring out."

"So get out your calculator, you're going to need it in a second anyway dummy."

"Christ, you're mean today."

"Shut up and calculate the numbers." He does as I say but the calculator shows an error message. "Oh my God, give me this." I take it from his hands and immediately find the problem. "Okay, sweetheart, when you don't use the parenthesis correctly, it won't work," I say in my most condescending tone. He sighs, rolls his eyes, and takes it from me. 

I swear I hear him mutter, "Bloody hell," under his breath and I laugh slightly as he shows me the number that I've already calculated in my head at this point. 

"There we go. One-ninety-two. So what do we do now?"

"We subtract some shit from something and then do something else and then yeah."