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"How do you not get it? It's been nearly an hour and you still haven't understood anything! It's not that hard either! Y equals six, so replace it with six. Then all you have to do is add seventeen, multiply it by five, and then you're done!"

"Like that's going to help me! Explain it more clearly!"

"You're so slow, you know that!"

"That's because you're not a very good teacher!"

Rodrick let out a frustrating sigh. "Aren't you the president of student council? Why are you so stupid?"

I slightly pouted. "It's not my fault that I suck at math. It's hard for me to understand. I'm trying my best already."

Rodrick leaned his face close to mine. In fact, it was so close that the tips of our noses were touching. I blushed slightly.

"Then try harder."

With that, he rolled away on his rolling chair.

I glared at him. "If you didn't want to teach me, then why didn't you decline the offer? It's pointless if I don't learn anything."

"You know what," Rodrick stood up, walked over to his bed, laid on it, and covered himself with his blanket," maybe making me your teacher is a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't be your tutor after all."

I looked at him in disbelief. "You-"but I couldn't finish the sentence, my eyes softened as I realized something.

"Fine, I'll be going then. But when tomorrow comes and you find out some bad news, it's not my fault." With that, I gathered up my stuff and stood up to take my leave. My hand rested on the doorknob. I took one last glance at the figure under the blankets. Seeing he didn't react, I sighed softly and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

What was I thinking? I asked myself. This could never work. So much for being president.

Third Person Point of View

The next morning, Rodrick dragged himself to homeroom. He had forgotten the fight they had last night already. He took his seat next to friends and they began talking.

But that was until Kris came in.

When the 16 year old entered the room, Rodrick stopped mid-way of laughing. They locked eyes, but Kris broke contact and went to her seat. Somehow, Rodrick knew that she was going to tell their math teacher during lunch.

Before his friends found out, Rodrick returned to the conversation and laughed at a joke Ward just made.

She's just a girl, he scolded himself. Who cares about her? She's just a nerd.

But deep inside, he felt something else.

And he knew it was guilt.

[ The Next Day ]

It was finally lunchtime.

Kris had just finished eating. After parting with her friends, she had headed immediately towards Mrs. Daniels' classroom. Her hand rested on the doorknob. Just as she turned it, a hand suddenly gripped her arm.

She turned to her left to find the one person she least wanted to see: Rodrick Heffley.

"What do you want now, Heffley?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"Look, I know that you really need a boost in your grade, and I need a boost in mine too. Plus, my mom will take away my car if I don't pass this semester. So how about we just put our differences aside from now on and at least try to not get mad at each other," he said.

Kris eyed him oddly. "Are you sure this is the Rodrick Heffley I know?" she asked, tilting her head.

Rodrick just glared at her childishly, causing her to laugh. She removed her hand from the doorknob. "Fine," she agreed.

Rodrick gave her a grin. An idea suddenly popped into his head and he smirked, catching her off guard.

"What?" she asked when she caught him grinning.

"You really must like me if you agreed to it that quickly," he teased.

Kris faked a smile before punching him in the chest with full-power. He cried out, and Kris grinned with satisfaction. "In your dreams, Heffley," she said.

This is kind of a short chapter, but it's a chapter XD Comment please!