Fallin' For You-Part 4

EIGHT

"I hate Calculus," Biana sang as they walked into their first block classroom. "It's so boring, and hard, and annoying, and stressful, and—"

"Miss Vacker," Ms. Ramira—their calculus teacher—snapped, causing Sophie and Biana to look over at her. "Since it sounds like you love calculus, can you tell me the answer to this problem?" She pointed to the equation on the board, and even to Sophie it looked difficult.

Biana stared at it for a second, her cheeks slightly pink, before she shrugged. "Nope—I don't know the answer."

Ms. Ramira lifted her chin at Biana. "Well, then maybe you should stay after school and get some work done. It'll help you a lot since you don't understand how to solve this problem."

Biana's face got even redder. "Was that a mandatory request, or just a regular request?"

"Mandatory," Ms. Ramira said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Biana nodded and said, "Yes ma'am," before she and Sophie sat in their seats.

"You should really watch what you say," Sophie whispered as she took out her homework. "You could get into a lot of trouble."

Biana blew air through her lips. "I'm probably going to get in trouble anyway. Ms. Ramira knows my dad, so I doubt she won't tell him." She turned to Sophie. "I can't help it—sometimes it just slips out, you know?"

Sophie chuckled and shook her head before handing her paper to Ms. Ramira—who was collecting them.

After the papers had been taken up, Ms. Ramira started going over a PowerPoint and everyone started taking notes. Sophie honestly didn't pay attention to the notes she was writing since she had a photographic memory and could look over them later, so when Ms. Ramira said, "What is the answer Miss Foster?" Sophie froze.

There was no way Sophie could get out of this, so she said, "Um...can you repeat the question please?"

Ms. Ramira smiled. "I said: What is the answer?" She pointed to the question on the PowerPoint, which thankfully was an easy True or False question.

"Oh," Sophie said, scanning over the question. "False,"

"Correct," Ms. Ramira said with a nod. "Good job Miss Foster,"

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"Just shut-up and eat," Biana told Dex as he ranted on about The oxygen theory of combustion. "You're giving me a headache,"

"Well, it's better than you talk about make-up all the time," Dex argued back. "There are three boys at this table—you really think we want to hear about make-up?"

Biana rolled her eyes. "Well, not all of us like talking about school at lunch—we come to lunch to eat and take a break from work."

"Actually, I think it's just to eat," Sophie pointed out. "I feel like the school could care less about us taking a break, and they give us a 'break' for lunch because otherwise they'd get sued."

Tam nodded. "Yeah, I agree. If they could, I feel like they'd be fine with starving us."

"Food isn't the point!" Biana shrieked, causing everyone at their table to flinch.

Maruca laughed. "Biana, sometimes you have the personality of a Great White Shark."

"Biana can be sweet when she wants to be though," Sophie said with a shrug.