(Y/N P.O.V)
"I can't believe you aren't done with math," I sighed as (F/N) sat down at the table.
It's Monday. January fifteenth.
It's also lunchtime. I'm not hungry. But I do need a break. Math is hard. But I have an excuse! I actually have the hardest course of maths in our school, (F/N) just has Algebra four.
"It's hard," (F/N) sighed.
It's really not.
I took the paper from (F/N).
"Bruh," I laughed. "You actually peanut brain. This isn't hard at all!"
"Let me see," Irene reached out to grab the paper. "I don't understand,"
"That's because you're in algebra three," (F/N) sighed.
"I wanna see," Kennedy took the paper. "This is easy. What the hell,"
"It's mine now," Steve said as he snatched the paper.
"NO!" (F/N) gasped, reaching over the table to snatch it back.
I took a pencil from my bag and put the paper in between the (F/N) and me.
"So, I'll explain this to you," I said.
"I'm not smart so you'll have to repeat it," (F/N) laughed.
"So, the first thing you're gonna want to do is multiply five and-"
"NINE!" Kennedy interrupted.
"No, not nine," I cracked up.
"Sixty-nine perhaps?" Steve asked.
"Oh, my god," I sighed.
"Hey bitches," Emily sat down.
"Are you kidding me right now?" I sighed, putting down the pencil.
"AHAH!" Kennedy wheezed. "Mc. Donalds has a five-star rating on google,"
"I am going to break your kneecaps if you don't shut up," I glared at Kennedy.
"Right back at you," Kennedy's finger gunned at me.
(F/N) laughed while Irene looked away terrified, Steve laughing along.
You guys are a mess.
Our table was silenced as Lily sat down only three seats away from me.
Oh god. Shit. Ah! I'm terrified! She's- Oh lord.
It's fine, she can't do anything.
I know. It's just- What if she talks to me?
Then I'll handle it.
HOW?
Just trust me.
I let out a shaky breath and turned toward (F/N).
"As I was saying, you're gonna wanna start my multiply five and sixty-three," I started.
I'm so fucking nervous.
It's alright. By the way, the answer to five times sixty-eight is three-hundred-forty.
I sighed out a laugh.
"Um," (F/N) murmured. "Let me think for a second,"
"Hi, guys," Michael said, sitting down, Jeremy following after him. "How. Is. It. GOING?"
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Fanfiction(Sorry this is from the point of view of a girl reader. If you're a boy, then Adapt, Improvise, Overcome. Also, I'm gonna have to tweak some things about your life, but not much. I'm going to try my best to make this custom to you) After the whole S...
