Math; Something I was spectacular at. A class that not many people loved or liked. In fact it's probably the most hated class a high school could offer. Math was boring and repetitive. It's not something you could memorize not something you could cram for. Something that demanded skill and dedication, practice and patience. Something most teens did not have or did not want to have. People who were good at math were the people who were shoved into lockers and were made to be apart of the heard of nerdy sheep. Skinny little things afraid of their own shadows. Mathletes were the joke of the school. Smartness was something to look down on when you were a teenager unless you wanted to do something with your life other then being a video hoe or a drug dealer. Something that required skill and smarts and dedication. Math, I was spectacular at.

Jack sits in the seat next to me. Our desks are in rows two by two. Ms. Liliod is explaining trigonometric equations and solutions when Jack leans his body over onto my side of the desk watching me right down notes. I stop for a second and look at him with my eye brow raised. He looks up at me with those of his and I thank my lucky stars that my skin is the shade of milk chocolate. That you can't tell that my cheeks and ears are heating up. That he can't tell he has made me blush. He blows the hair out of his eyes and his fingers dance a whisper of a beat along the desk. A beat so quiet that not even I hear the song pouring from his finger tips. I feel it. I feel the small vibrations of the table being taped. That's how we sit for the rest of class him taping things out and quietly quietly breathing out lyrics while I write the answers down from the questions she asks of us. Atleast this way I can give him the answers to the homework later. So this way both of us aren't lost trying to figure out our ass from our forehead.

" You're pretty smart" he whispers. I giggle quietly at that and just shrug my shoulders.

" Yea I guess so" I whisper back.

" I'm not doing so hot in this class" he sighs looking up at the projector and writing down some half assed version of the notes.

" Probably cause you're always asleep" he hits my shoulder lightly and cracks a smile.

" Yea cause it's like a fucking sleeping pill, I can't help it" he defends.

" Was their a point to this conversation?" I ask looking at him sideways.

" I need to pass. Or my mom will kill me" his eyes are pleading. I smile at him and look up at the board nothings changed since I last wrote anything down. I look around the class room and notice the teacher isn't even in the room with us anymore.

" Okay and you want me to help?" I laugh arching back in my chair and stretching my arms out.

" Well yea obviously. Do you want me to beg or something?" he asks.

" No i'll help you out! Do you need help in Mr. Dreads class. Sometimes I even find myself a little lost" I admit to him.

" Nah man. Writing is easy. So I guess i'll be helping you if you need it." he laughs

" Yea thanks! Do you wanna meet up today after school to go over for the test this Thursday or when do you want to get together" I ask looking up at the clock.

" Yea today is good. Uhm I have to go to Jax's house though first. We've got band practice." he says as the bells rings.

We pack up our stuff and are heading out the door when he stops and looks down at me.

" It'll be easier if you come with me later. You know if you want to come" he says scratching the back of his head.

" Yea I'd love too! I'll meet you at my locker okay!" I confirm happily. I walk out the door as my next class is on the other side of the school and it's hard to get there on time with all the human traffic. Lenny sits with me in this class and I can't wait to tell her about what happened in math when her body bumps into mine.

" Hey dude" she greets smiling

" Oh you'll never believe what happened." I exclaim!


The bell of the day goes and I hop out of my seat packing all of my stuff away and into my bag. I slowly make my way through the pulsing crowed. It's loud and full of excitement and the school day is over. I see Lenny talking to her crush Mark. He's tall and plays basketball. His dark hair short but still long enough to run your fingers through. He's got boyish features but sharp eyes all in all he's a good looking dude. But he isn't as cute as Jack is. Which at first is a scary thought to have. I like to think of Jack as just my friend. I don't want to be one of those girls that falls in love with the bad boy. Not that I'm in love. Just I know I'm heart of hearts I think he's cute. I like-like the things that he does, the way he makes me feel. I like-like it a lot. And that's rather elementary of me but it's true and I've never hid from the truth.

Before I know it I'm at my locker and I'm opening it taking out textbooks and putting in textbooks in. I'm excited to spend time with Jack outside of walking home and to school and in math class. I want to see him in his world, his atmosphere. I didn't know he was in a band and I wanted to know what he played if he sang. I know realize that I've been staring at my locker for 15 minutes and Jack isn't here yet. The halls had cleared out except for a few stragglers or the teachers and the janitors. Maybe he forgot we were meeting at my locker? I close the door to my locker and it clangs behind me. Jacks locker is only around the corner from mine. It's on the way out so I suppose I would have to pass by it either way. It wouldn't be creepy or weird in any way and besides we had plans. I round the corner and am surprised by the nothingness of the this hallway. Alarmingly fast and hard does my realization hit me. Like a ton of bricks have just landed on my head and it hurts like a kick to the pussy. I've been stood up. Not that it was a date but it was plan a plan he wanted and asked for. No matter the reason for the stand up it is still a stand up.