March fourteenth. 3/14, Pi Day at Hermon High School.

A holiday the geometry teachers celebrated to make their lives just that more interesting.

…Right.

Angel ran up the stairs that led from the left wing of the school to the top floor, she had Mark hot on her tail. She glanced back and smiled at him, he was always too excited for math classes. She stopped in her trail when they merged into the hallway, "Hey Mark?"

"Uhh… yeah?" He panted, out of breath from the short exertion of energy.

"What's Pi Day for?"

"You know, Angel… Pi. Three point one four?" when she shook her head, he sighed, "The little double t sign on the calculator," he pulled out his own calculator and pointed to it. She smiled brightly.

"Ehmagawd! Yes, I get it, that's so clever, huh?"

He snickered and followed her into the classroom. Angel's mouth dropped wide open, "Mrs. Tabor! You bought Dunkin' Donuts!" she exclaimed and ran over to the two boxes of Munchkins, "Share?"

Mrs. Tabor smiled and nodded excitedly, "Help your self! They're in celebration of Pi Day." Angel ahb-viously couldn't be expected to understand this, wouldn't you eat pie on Pi Day… not donut holes. And why they were donut holes when, clearly, there is no hole to be seen.

Angel was interrupted from her thoughts when Mrs. Tabor answered, "An infinite amount of circles makes a sphere." Angel pretended to care and took a donut, carefully shoving the whole thing into her mouth.

Roger, Collins, and April entered the room. Collins smirked at Angel, "Hey sugar lips," he commented on her donut clad lips, "Kiss?" She gladly obeyed, then pulled away to pick up another donut, and pressed it to his lips, "Open, please!" The class shared a laugh as Collins inhaled the powdery dust, causing him to choke.

Roger grabbed four donuts and sat in his seat, "Oh my god. These are really amazing; I wanna rub them all over my body." April laughed loudly and gave Roger a wink, begging him to go on.

"Seriously Mrs. Tabor," he gave a happy moan, "What's on these donuts any who?"

"Probably all the dead skin cells from other people who rub their donuts on their bodies," Mark smiled at his friend.

Angel grabbed one of Roger's coconut-y donuts, earning herself a death glare. She plopped one in her mouth; "Ehmagawd, they must have dank soap," she smiled to herself, closing her eyes to savor the taste.

"…Dank?" Mark questioned.

Angel smiled brilliantly, Ha-ha, I know something Markie don't!

"It just means cool, Mark," Collins answered with an eye roll. Seeing Angel pout slightly he added, "you don't have to always be so janky." He winked at his girl.

She returned the look, wiggling her hips. Back in World History Angel and Collins had made "gangster flashcards" to learn the most bitchen' words out there.

Mark sighed; he really didn't want to know, "Hey Angel, say pretzel." He smirked.

She cocked her head to the side, "Prentzel." The class laughed, Angel mocked a pout, "I don't wanna talk about it!" She laughed looking over at Collins.

'Love you' he mouthed to her.

Oh yes. Today would be the best Pi Day ever. Angel was loved… and she had donuts.

I don't own RENT, bee tee dubs. Hells, I don't even own Pi Day! Everything that happened in this story happened today in school. :)

Much love,

Muffy!!