Highschool AU (Solangelo)

Math

A/N: This is going to be one continuous story. The PoV changes between Will and Nico, but there's only one PoV per chapter. While I write this, I don't really have an organized plot in mind, so I'm kind of just going with it. If you come back and see any major changes, you're not crazy, I just realized I'm a shit writer. Also fuck proofreading I can barely read an actual sentence.

Word Count: 3129

Trigger Warnings: Feelings of unworthiness
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Nico

     Who ever invented this monstrosity called calculus better be burning in hell right now. I have no clue when I would use y=mx+b in actual adult life, but here I am, taking a calc test that my teacher claims my future will ride on. I call bullshit, but I know it's not important enough to argue over. I don't care enough, either, it's just math. Dumb, fucking math. It's last period, I don't want to be taking a test. I want to get bubble tea with my boyfriend and then go home and do nothing for six hours.

"Ten more minutes," my teacher reminds us.

I hate math. Thank god we have graphing calculators. I finish the last two questions with little struggle. It's awful when you're adept at something you loathe so much. I'm always expected to love what I'm skilled at. When enough is known about something, interest is lost. I'm in that zone of indifference for just about everything. 23 more weeks, I tell myself. 23 more weeks of my own personal hell.

My attempts of reassuring myself are interrupted by the bell, which cues my teachers usual dismissal spiel. "Have a good weekend," he says, "Don't forget, we start our new unit next Tuesday!"

No one responds. We're to busy running out of the doors to enjoy break and forget our obscene amounts of homework until Sunday.

I walk to my boyfriend's classroom to take the adorable little fucker out for boba. We've been dating for four years; we somehow haven't grown tired of each other. He makes me feel alive again. He's so caring and energetic, he makes the room light up. he's so intelligent too, I can't understand what he's saying half the time, yet i listen in utter adoration. I love him, he's perfect.

He sees me and smiles. "Hey, babe, how are you?"

"I'm fine, just tired," I reply.

     He gives me a questioning look, wondering if there was any further meaning to my statement. He knows I've fallen into a depression, and he does everything he can to make sure I'm doing alright. Often, I'm not, but I don't need to cause him worry,
he has enough on his mind already. He and I are alike that way, putting other people too far ahead of ourselves.

     He's hesitating briefly, trying to figure out how to word his next question so I don't feel forced into anything. He decides to ask,"You down for boba?"

     "Yeah, ya doof, you asked me this morning." I could never turn down spending time with Will. I doesn't matter what I'm doing, I'll jump up in half a second to see him.

     "I know, I know," he says,"I'm just making sure"

     "C'me're" I say, wrapping my arms around him. I stand on my toes to give him a quick kiss. "Let's go."

      We walk out the school holding hands. Our town is pretty indifferent to same-sex relationships. There's no pride or anything, I'm just thankful no one beats the living shit out of me for being with Will. I wish it was normalized. I wish I didn't have to even worry if someone cares about me being gay. Society is founded on judgement and exclusion, the weakest being slaves for those who kicked them to the ground. Every day, I fear further falling because of who I love. It's dumb, inhumane, but no one as small as me can change how the world works.