After gym class, I had science with the cheerleaders, Jason and Justin. The entire class time, was made up of us getting our assigned seats, and learning the 'Lab Safety Rules.'
My next class was math. (Ugh. The class I need to pay extra attention in) I have one goal for this class...
11. Get an A in Math
When I walk into the classroom, a fan blows in my direction which forces my hair to cover my face, and causes me to trip over the edge of a desk. I pray that no one is in the room, and if they are, didn't notice my fail at walking on a flat surface. I hear a laugh, and my stomach drops. I move my hair away in a tangled struggle, and sigh in relief. It's only Emily.
"Girl..." Emily gives me a strange look. "How did that happen?"
"I have no idea." I frown as more students walk into the class.
"Hey, Logan!" Emily says to Alexis's brother.
I turn around immediately after hearing that name, (The reason being; I don't know) and stare into the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
"Hey Emily," He greets her, then looks at me with a blinding smile.
My breath catches as he talks to me.
"Hey, You." He looks questionably in my direction, "Annabel, right?"
I am stunned momentarily, at how timid he seems to be, but then I remember Alexis mentioning how he is usually keeps to himself.
"Just Anna." I answer, after I recover. (Meaning-wiping the drool from my mouth)
"Right, well, heads up... I think I might be your tutor." He gives me a tongue in cheek smile and walks away. I can't help but watch him.
"Tutor?" Emily wonders aloud, intruding my daydream. "Why?"
"I need help in math... a little." I shrug.
"Okay, I could've helped you too." She suggests.
"Ms. Nelson, my Social Studies teacher requested him or something. I didn't have a say in this." I tell her, disappointed that I couldn't work with her, but grateful that I know my tutor. (.........)
I take a seat next to Emily, and behind Logan, just as the teacher walks in the door with a clipboard, and starts to take attendance.
She would occasionally stop at a name, and ask a question like, "Rita Jones? Do you know a Barbara Jones? I went to high school with her."
"Caden Zandora?" She calls out the last name on her list.
"Alright. Now class..." She continues after setting her clipboard down. "Time to start the lesson."
She walks to the center of the classroom, and turns toward the blackboard.
"Finish these equations for your warm up."
I stare at the impossibly small numbers on the board in confusion. 'How the heck do I figure this stuff out?' I wonder, even though we learned these problems in 8th grade.
Emily looks over at me sympathetically, "You multiply 2 and 0.0325, which equals, 0.065. Then you divide 63.05 by the 0.065 to get your answer; 970."
I look back and forward,from Emily to her paper, berfore, "I get it now. (I think) Thanks." I tell her appreciatively."
"Your very welcome." She grins, and turns back toward the front of the room.
"Okay guys. Everybody got the warm up down?" Mrs. Thompson asks, and people shake their heads yes in response.
"Alrighty then," She continues. "This week we will be reviewing these types of equations."
I hear groans and sighs as she plays a video on the projector, but I am glad she does this. I am a visual learner.
"So do do think you need a little help with this section?" Logan turns around in his seat, and runs his hand through his messy brown hair.
"Maybe. I don't know..." I tell him, and try not to stare.
"It's okay to need help," He says. "That's what I'm here for."
"Yeah, I do." I reply. "Just for the last equations."
He smiles 'his smile' widely, (Tongue in cheek) "How does this tutor stuff work anyhow?"
"I believe we go to the detention room during lunch, and we are also supposed to arrange a meeting time once a week." I inform him.
"One question... Are we allowed to bring other people into the detention room during lunch?" He asks in a child-like voice. "Just to keep us company." He clarifies.
"I guess." I reply, and think of asking Emily and Alexis to join us.
"Okie Dokie!" He replies in his childish voice, and faces the front of the room again.
"Okie Dokie?" I laugh quietly to myself, and turn toward the black board.
Math might actually be fun this year. Maybe...
**Yeah! End Of Chapter 5! Thanks For Reading! The Next Chapter Is All About The After School Tryout Stuff. Love Y'all<3**