Colleges II

"No, Dexter, you put this circle in this quadrant and the x equals nine, not five." Scott corrected his friend, who kept writing the wrong answers in the paper. They were sitting in the grass of the external area of Beacon Hills High, near the parking lot, studying for Dexter and Stiles' Algebra exam. Scott was there trying to help. They had no idea why.

"Dude, you learn how to read, like, two weeks ago and now you know about quadrants and circles? I'm that crazy now?"

"If this is a dream, I want to wake up before the exam." Stiles said, throwing his pencil to the ground and his body behind. "And to be fair to Scott, I taught him how to read three months ago."

Scott smiled wryly. "You guys are so funny, you could have a TV show together, the two idiots."

"And a werewolf. It's almost a sitcom." Dexter completed and then shrugged. "Stiles, get back here, we have to at least finish this chapter or we are screwed and…" He stopped talking when he recognized someone entering the parking lot. He yelled. "Hey, DANNY! DANNY!"

The guy answered, always so helpful, but didn't seem too eager to help this time.

"You don't have to yell in the middle of school, you have my phone number, remember?" He winked and smiled, which only made Scott and Stiles stare confused at each other.

Dexter smiled back to him. "I know, but I need your help. How much do you know about circles on Cartesian planes?"

"More than I want." He confessed before crouched and looked at the books spread in the ground. He took the notebook and pointed to one of the questions. "This is wrong; the x equals 9, not 5."

"I told you!" Scott almost yelled, provoking a confused face in Danny. He scratched his head, embarrassed. "They didn't believe me when I told them."

"Can you blame them? Three weeks ago you couldn't even read."

Now it was Stiles time to stare at him, begging. "You see the situation we are in? Scott corrected us, Scott! We need help, dude, please."

"But I'm busy, Stiles, I have to finish my admission forms." He pointed to the folder in his hand.

"Admission for what?" Scott asked curious.

"Colleges."

"Dude!" Stiles complained. "Already? It's too soon. I don't even know if my jeep has a full tank, much less where I wanna go."

"Or what to do." Dexter added.

Danny sighed. "Look, to be honest… neither do I. I'm only doing this because my father said it was a good idea, but I don't know. Two months ago I was very certain of what I wanted to do, but now there is so many stuff, so much possibilities. How do I choose now?"

"I don't even know if I can get into a school, honestly. I mean, look at that." Dexter pointed to the notebooks. "Simple math and I don't know what to do. I have so much stuff to study and…" He was so disappointed with himself he didn't even know why he was trying.

"Hey, Dex, don't think like that." Scott approached his friend, running his arms around him and squeezing. "You will be okay. I bet you can have better grades than I!"

"You knew more about the x than he did." Stiles said, receiving bad looks all around. "I'm just… my bad. I think you will be okay too. And look on the bright side; we probably won't have that much trouble finding careers."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the dynamic is obvious to me. Scott will become a vet, you a journalist and I will be the friend supported by the two of you."

"Oh, I'm not supporting you." Dexter protested. "You erase my shows, mess with my books and the other day seated in my tablet." He turned to Scott. "You can have him, he is all yours."

"Ok, I will adopt him if he learn how to behave."

"No way." Stiles shook his head. "And Danny, if you are still not sure, don't apply. Talk to your father, explain you need more time and, if he doesn't understand, send it all blank. We already have so little time to choose this kind of things to hurry. Especially considering you do have to tell us the career you want before deciding."

Danny was confused again. "Why?"

"Because we need to find a place where we all can go." Scott explained. "Since Jackson left, we adopted you, you should know that."

"And since you were adopted, you should teach me math." Dexter shrugged, making Danny laugh. "I'm just saying, you don't wanna go to a bad school just because I don't have enough grades to make the big ones…"