Prompt Word: Jack Frost

Prompt Phrase: Six Geese a Laying

Paul is 24 and Lil is 23.

I'm not SM…

It was Sunday afternoon, and I found myself at Paul's house, sitting at the kitchen table with three expectant faces looking back at me. Paul was out patrolling, so it was me and what Paul termed the three pups. I had received a frantic phone call from Sue Clearwater the day before, and before I knew it, I volunteered to tutor the three high school members of the Pack.

"So, what do you three need help on?" I asked curiously.

"Word problems," Brady moaned.

"Yeah, we have to come up with 10 on our own." Collin whined.

"It's so hard, our teacher is so mean." Seth chimed in.

"Good God, what are you guys, 5?" Honestly, they were acting like this was the worst homework assignment ever given to them.

"Nope, I'm 6." Brady, I've learned has a comeback for everything. Smartass.

"What level math are you in? Algebra II? I wouldn't think you would be writing word problems as seniors. I have my 8th graders doing this kind of stuff right now." I stated, they might look like they are in their twenties, but they were most definitely fighting through high school math right now.

All three boys looked sheepish, before Seth offered up the following, "Well we were all held back a year, the whole two packs, royal leech war messed us all up. So we missed our sophomore year and had to repeat, but they let us take Geometry and Business Math the last two years."

"Wait you three are in Algebra?" I was shocked.

"Yep, and now we have to come up with evil word problems and solve them." Brady said sounding like the 6 year old he identified himself with.

"The school let you skip passing Algebra and sent you into Geometry? What the hell?" I was incredulous. I could barely process the fact that they were in Algebra, let alone the fact they had taken other higher level courses before being forced to come back to this one.

The three boys shrugged, "The council took care of it, and we just had to take Algebra again before graduating." Collin stated this as if it was no big deal. Apparently to them it wasn't.

"Well let's get started. Is this a group thing or individual?" Please be group, I didn't want to think of 30 word problems.

"Group!" Collin said happily.

"Yay." I said.

I took a deep breath, "Okay, why don't we start off with an easy holiday themed one?" I got three nods of assent, "I'll give you guys one as an example, and then you each will have to come up with three different ones on your own, okay?" Again with the nodding.

"So, Jack Frost has 6 geese a laying, and they have laid a total of 26 eggs. They have laid 7 brown eggs, how many gold eggs were laid?" The boys looked at me, "That was your cue to write that down." I was striving for patience, having to repeat the sentence four times, it was difficult.

"Okay, so you need to write your equation down and solve for x or in this case if you want to use 'g' for gold egg. Brady, do you know what the equation is?" I asked in my best teacher's voice.

"Uhhh, 'x plus 7 equals 26'?" He said, sounding very unsure.

"Great, exactly right." I praised. "Collin or Seth, do you know what x is?"

"33!"

"No idiot, its 19!"

"Boys! Collin don't call Seth an idiot. Seth, Collin is right. You subtract 7 from both sides and 19 is the answer." I said calmly, trying to ignore the fact that Seth was glaring daggers at Collin.

"Fine." Seth was clearly upset at having the lower ranked Collin get the answer correct. Jesus, the whole purpose of group work was to work together. These three would have no problem taking down a vamp right now, but word problems would be the death of them.

Collin was opening his mouth, but I managed to cut in, "So does anyone have an idea for a problem?"

Brady looked a little too pleased with himself, "I do Lily." I gave him a nod to urge him on, "Well it goes like this, if a handsome young wolf has 3 mates and 13 total puppies, how many puppies does each mate have if mate one has had 2 less puppies than mate three and mate two has had 3 more puppies than mate three?"

What the fuck? "Umm creative Brady, although I would maybe take out the word handsome. People might get suspicious." What in the world had possessed him to come up with a problem like this?

"What's the answer Brade?" Collin asked after he had finished writing the problem on his page.

"Do I have to do everything? Figure it out yourself." Brady said with a note of disdain.

"Just tell me!" He whined. Brady punched him in the arm, Seth getting in on the action by grabbing Brady in a headlock. Jesus.

"Boys! Stop touching each other immediately. Sit down, and we can work through the problem together." I said commandingly, leveling my teacher look on them. They were appropriately cowered, or they were more accurately faking it well.

The following three hours were perhaps the worst three hours that I had ever spent within a teaching capacity. When I had finally sent Seth, Brady, and Collin on their way, I broke out the hard liquor.

Therefore, I was quite drunk when Paul came home from patrolling an hour after they left.

"Baby! I've missed you so much!" I could hear the real me, the sober me, screaming at my drunken self for using 'baby' in that cloying tone of voice.

"Hey Lil." Paul was amused when I through myself at him, barely managing to catch me when I tripped over the rug. "Had a few pre-dinner drinks did you?"

"I tutored Seth, Collin, and Brady today. I deserved them. We were making our own word problems, and they were so disgusting. All they could talk about was girls and puppies and packages! Not the kind of packages you get in the mail, but package package." I was drunk enough to emphasize my point by running my hand over his jean-clad crotch.

"Oookay Lil, let's get some food into you. I think we need something to sop up the alcohol, because I'm pretty sure that's in control right now." I was giggling now because Paul never seemed this flustered.

"I don't want any food, I want you babe." I said persistently, my drunken self completely focused on him.

"Well I don't want you passing out or getting alcohol poisoning." He tried to be the responsible one, but by this point I was trying to bleach my mind from what the boys had said. The bleach came in the form of me rubbing up against Paul, kissing down his neck, giggling to myself when he shuddered.

"Lily, food. Now." Paul sounded strained. Victory.

I started walking towards the bedroom, looking back coyly, "Well if you want food, go ahead. I'm feeling a little tired and a little warm," In a moment of daring I could only attribute to the liquor, I whipped off my shirt and threw it at him, hitting him in the stomach, "I think I'm going to go lie down. Feel free to join me."

With that I turned around, unhooking my bra as I walked into the bedroom, mentally counting down in my head.

Five, four, three… A pair of warm arms wrapped around me, picked me up and dropped me on the bed. Safe to say, three times that night Paul quite capably bleached those memories from my mind and left some very satisfying ones in their place.