seniors were teasing her for not being able to play soccer. Alexandra, who is all known to us for being extremely talented for posing for magazine covers and walking down runways is apparently capable of only doing such things.
I decided to stop.
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Chapter 4: No One Can Perfect Calculus
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A week passed, and I found myself in my Calculus class completely clueless as to what my teacher was talking about. For three years, I was home-schooled spending my time reading novels and answering basic Math equations and simple Science essays. I looked at the board over and over again just trying to comprehend what was written on it, but nada. I was lost.
I copied everything that was written on the board, without understanding it. As much as I wanted to 'get it,' I couldn't. What Mr. Taylor was teaching was too advanced, and to my further humiliation, he called my name and asked me to answer an equation that was supposedly 'simple' and 'easy,' according to him.
I got up from where I sat, and stood on the platform. I took the whiteboard marker that was on the ledge of the board and uncapped it. I eyed the equation, and tried to burn it with my gaze. I absolutely, positively had no idea how I was going to solve it. Mr. Taylor apparently saw me fidgeting, and asked me if I needed help.
"I'm sorry Mr. Taylor, but I really don't get it." I apologized to him. I stayed standing on the platform, and waited for his reaction. He looked at me, and then shook his head. He went over to where I was and started to solve the equation.
"Can you continue now what I started?"
I looked at what he wrote down. His solution was complex for such a 'simple' and 'easy' problem, as what he had said earlier. I shook my head at him, and whispers and murmurs started to erupt from every side of the classroom. I could see my classmates looking at me with a 'what-the-hell' look, as they whispered things to the people beside them.
Great…not only was I a porn star…but an idiot too who knew nothing else but to walk down platforms in four-inch heels…
"I can't. I really can't." I said, as I shook my head continuously.
He nodded at me dejectedly, before he told me to go back to my seat. He called another name, and that person was able to answer the problem effortlessly. I buried my head in my hands and cursed myself in my head. I then felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and noticed Nathan's concerned look. I had forgotten to mention it, but Nathan was my seatmate, and the whole time he had been sleeping. He woke up when my mortification started.
"It's okay." He said to me with a small, comforting smile. "Calculus is Calculus; no one can ever perfect this subject."
I turned my head to him, and gave him a raised brow. "Didn't you see me? I was far from perfecting this subject. I was humiliated Nathan," I said in a loud whisper.
"No, you weren't." He said, smiling a small innocent smile at me before he opened his notebook and started to copy the notes on the whiteboard.
"Right…"
He saw me roll my eyes, which apparently made him frown.
"Why are you frowning at me?" I asked with a small smirk. I turned my gaze back to the blackboard, and still not comprehending the lesson, I looked back at my seatmate who was eyeing me innocently.
"Hmm?" He said, thinking deeply as his eyesight stayed on me.
"What are you thinking?" I then changed my question.
"How about I tutor you?" He asked using a casual tone of voice. I thought about it carefully, as he waited for my response.
"You know who's really good in Math?"
I asked him, "Who?"
"Cindy's a genius at this subject." This caused me to widen my eyes and cover my opened mouth with my hands.
"Cindy? As in that Cindy?" I asked.
Has the Earth gone loco? Cindy was the last person I expected to be good academically, and here was Nathan who had a serious look on his face. He could not have
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