I felt something warm wrapped around me. My head was resting on something hard but soft at the same time. My hand was inside Itachi's boxers touching his…WHAT?!?!

My eyes shot open and I came face to face with a sleeping Itachi. His long black hair was draped over his eyes, and I felt his heartbeat against my chest. A slight blush crept onto my cheeks as my eyes looked down at his pale buff chest. Oh god…I know that this is wrong and I shouldn't feel this way. But ah hell, my brother is hot.

I sat up and looked down to see where my right hand was, and when I saw, my face must have been as red as an apple.

My hand was inside Itachi's red and black checkered boxers, and my hand was gripping his dick. I let go if it and slid my hand out. It was covered with his sticky cum. What the hell happened last night?! All I remember was eating dinner, running to my room, then climbing into my bed.

No where in my recap did I remember Itachi joining me in my bed, and my hand gripping his dick. When I glanced at the clock, it was 7:43am. Fuck! Two minutes until the bell was going to ring.

I jumped out of bed, threw on a dress shirt without buttoning it, grabbed a pair of pants, slipped on my shoes and ran out the door.

Oh yeah, I forgot about Itachi. I thought about going back to wake him up as I opened the front door, but I don't even know how we ended up in that position last night. He could have drugged me! I shivered at that thought then slammed the front door and ran down the street. That dumbass can get there when he gets there.

The substitute was teaching us about the quadratic formula. And god was it boring. My thoughts kept drifting back to this morning. How the hell did we end up like that?! Or actually how did I end up like that? If someone was standing in front of us, it would have looked like I was raping him. But he wasn't doing anything to me.

Just then, the door opened. Speaking of the devil…

Itachi looked angry. Not happy, not tired, angry. That dumbass should be happy I let him sleep in. Besides, after last night, he deserved it. His eyes met mine, and they were hard and cold. I looked down at my desk as he told the substitute he was free to go. The substitute left, and Itachi glared at me as he sat down on his desk and crossed his arms.

"Thanks to a pain in my ass," he locked his gaze with me as he said that, " I was thirty minutes late to class, and I apologize. Now, we will be taking a quiz today. It's worth 100% of your grade."

100%? Is he fucking crazy? Oh well, not a problem. I have an A+ in Algebra and I haven't failed a quiz yet.

Itachi walked down the aisle handing out the quizzes. It looked like there were three different colors: blue, green, and pink.

I waited patiently as he finally got to the back of the room. But when he reached my desk, his emotionless face turned into a smirk. And it wasn't just any smirk, it was an Itachi smirk. That stupid look he was giving me meant trouble.

He gave me a red sheet of paper. I looked around the classroom and saw that everyone else had one of the other colors. I looked up at him and he was still smirking.

I don't know what the hell he thinks is so funny but it didn't matter to me, because I pass all of my test and this was just an easy A.

When I looked down at the paper, all I could see was one problem, and the one problem didn't have a single number in it. It was a big ass equation! The question was, "What is the name of this equation?"

Shit. Shit. Shit. This wasn't even multiple choice! I have never seen this equation. Ever. How do I know this isn't a trick question?

Equation: A+B+C/DEF+JK-L/M+NOPQ*RST/UVW+X-Y/Z= 174,345,246.0879

Fuck. I was actually going to fail this thing. But it couldn't be possible. It HAS to be a trick question. I wrote in big letters on the page, TRICK QUESTION. At the bottom of the page, I added, PS: Real shitty question bro.

I slammed the paper down on the desk, causing a couple of people in the class to look at me. Itachi grinned and brought his big black sharpie over to my desk. He picked up the paper and looked at it.

I smirked with pride. He was really a bigger dumbass then I thought. But my smirk turned into a look of shock as he put a black x on my paper and wrote F- - - on it.

I got a 0%.

He had to be joking. He smiled and shook his head as he took my paper and walked back up to his desk.

That's just fucking great. Way to end the term with a 0%.