She was Daenerys Targaryen, for gods sake; why did she need to learn math? Wasn't she supposed to be taking over the world or something right now? You can't be the queen of the world when you're failing math. Who even invenvened tmath? Dany decided to put them on her hit list. We'll see who likes math when you're toast, buddy.
Jon Snow, however, was actually kind of cute. And patient, considering how much Dany didn't understand. "You're pretty smart." She admitted, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. Was he blushing? Nice. "I just study a lot." He mumbled.
"That's cool. It's important to be...smart. You know." Good one, Targaryen. Real smooth. "Yes, generally being intelligent helps you in life." Jon raised an eyebrow. An hour had gone by and the library was pretty empty now. Dany seemed to understand when Jon explained things; he should have been the math teacher.
"So do you want to meet up here again tomorrow after school?" She asked as she heaved her backpack over her shoulders. "Acutally, I'm busy tomorrow." Jon said quitely. "Oh, sorry...do you have a date?" Dany asked colyly. "Kind of. Ygritte. She's in my spanish class..." He trailed off.
"Have fun on your date, Jon Snow." Dany teased and then agreed to meet another time. But somehow she was a bit annoyed, and not because she was a Targaryen. Targaryens didn't wait on anyone. But she found herself wanting to spend more time with Jon and that bothered her.
Surely this wasn't a crush thing, right?
Well, maybe.
Kinda.