A.N: Hey Y'all! How you doin'? It's been awhile but I'm back and I just had this really awesome idea so here we go…

Chapter One- A is for…

"Algebra sucks." Karla muttered, as she rubbed out the same equation for the fifth time in an hour. Saul sighed and kissed her cheek, sliding an arm over her waist. They were both sprawled over Karla's bedroom floor, legs entangled, books and pens spreads out in front of them. Karla still hadn't changed out of her school uniform despite Saul being here for the last weeks of term. He thought it was cute, and even though she hated it, Karla would wear it for him.

"You've only got three more to do." Saul reasoned. Sometimes he wished Karla's mother didn't keep an eye on them so much, he could do her algebra in ten minutes if she wasn't interrupting every five minutes.

"No, I have last week's to do as well." Karla said, sitting up and stretching, making her shirt ride up.

"Why do you have to do last week's?" Saul asked, placing his arm over her waist again as she laid back down.

"Because I got all of last week's wrong and he wants me to do them again. It's not fair, I hate maths and I suck at it, why should I have to do it all again? No one else does!"

With a thud, Karla slammed her fist on the wooden floor in frustration. There was a bang as a door closed and feet were heard running up the stairs. The bedroom door opened and Karla's mother's head popped around the door.

"Karla have you finished your homework?" she asked.

"No." she muttered sulkily, kicking her school book away with her foot.

Her mother sighed, something that was turning in a regular occurrence with her youngest daughter. Why Karla couldn't have been more like Loretta, with her all around good grades and nice friends and her school clubs, she didn't know. While Loretta was more than likely to be home on time and looking presentable, Karla was, nine times out of ten, to be late, have scraped her knee and have her hair pulled out of her plaits and around her face. And this was before Saul turned up.

"Well can you get it finished? I'm sure Saul doesn't want to watch you do maths all evening."

"Actually, ma'am, I don't mind, I'm helping Karla." Saul said loyally, tugging a braid. Karla flashed him a heart stopping smile and leaned against him, her hand squeezing his.

Another sigh. Yes that had been the response she had expected from Saul, who seemed to be ready to take Karla's side in everything and anything.

"Yes, well," she said, turning to go. "Just make sure you don't do it all for her. She needs to learn to do it herself."

As soon as her mother was gone Karla was hugging Saul tighter than ever.

"Thank you!" she whispered.

"Anytime darlin', now give me your homework." Saul said, reaching for the pen. "I've had enough, give it here. Keep a look out for your mother; if she catches me doing this I'll be banned."

Karla giggled conspiratorially and handed him the pen, with a swift kiss to the cheek.

"I thought I had to learn to do it myself?" Karla asked, perched on her bed, with her legs in the air.

Saul scrawled the final equation down and joined her on the bed, pulling her over him.

"I'll always do it all for you, you'll never have to worry your pretty head about stupid maths again." he murmured as she sat on him. They kissed then, soft and sweet, Karla's lips tasting of cherry and his of peppermint. They seemed to mould together, hands on each other's cheeks, legs entwined, hearts suddenly beating at the same time.

"You know…" Karla whispered minutes later, when they were breathless and far too drunk on each other to want to move, bodies tangled, hands clasped in a tight embrace. "I'm beginning to like algebra. We should do maths more often together."

"Mm-hmm." Saul agreed, his eyes closed.

"You could be my tutor." She continued. "I reckon you could teach me a lot." She smiled, curling herself over him.

Saul chuckled. "Not until we're married."

Karla pouted. "I have to wait until then?" she trailed a hand over his chest. "We could just do it now."

"Your dad would kill me. Not until I have a ring on your finger."

"We could run away…"

"They'd catch us darlin'."

"We could go Colorado, live in the mountains, and just be us."

"They'd definitely catch us."

They lay in silence for a few minutes.

"I still like algebra Saul."