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Elsa was sipping a cup of mint tea, leaning against the kitchen counter, when the doorbell rang.

"Elsa, hon, could you get that?" Mrs. Bennett asked from the other room.

"Sure!" Elsa hurried to the door before unlocking it and swinging it open.

She sucked in a deep breath. Azure eyes locked with her own.

"Hi," Jack greeted in his resonant, deep voice.

It soothed part of her while sending the other part into an anxiety attack. She slammed the door and locked it. Her back was to the door as she sank to the ground. Elsa tried to not hyperventilate. She'd spent all day avoiding him and now he came to her house! Mrs. Bennett rounded the corner.

"What is it, dear? You looked like you've seen a ghost!"

"I wish," Elsa mumbled.

"What? Who is it?"

"Jackson Overland."

"Oh! I've been expecting him. I forgot to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"His mom called a while ago and asked if you'd mind helping Jack with his homework."

Elsa could feel the blood drain from her face.

"You really must sit down, Elsa. How about we find you a nice place to sit and you can finish your tea? I'll let Jack in."

Elsa stood up shakily and stumbled towards the kitchen. She sat down in the dining room, cupping the warm, fragrant tea between her palms. The warmth seeped from the cup of hot liquid into her hands.

"Hello, Jack. Come in. Elsa's sitting down at the table. She'll finish her tea first."

Perfect, she groaned inwardly. Elsa turned the chair around to face the sliding glass floor. She watched the gloomy overcast, not turning around when she heard Jack sit down at the table. She didn't think she could stand seeing him again today. Finally, she bolstered her courage and turned around.

Jack sat perfectly still, watching her. "Are you okay, Elsie?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don't call me that," she snapped.

Jack leaned back and put his hands in front of him in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, alright," he murmured softly, soothingly.

Elsa put her head in her hands. He probably thought she was mentally unstable now. She finally sighed and looked at him.

"So, I'm tutoring you?"

"I believe so."

"In what?"

Jack shrugged.

Elsa sighed. "Fine. What subjects do you need help in?"

Jack smiled ruefully. "Latin, math, science, and literature."

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Anything else?"

"Well, the only other classes we have in common are P.E., drama, and art. Those don't involve a lot of… mental coordination."

"Drama?"

He shrugged. "It's math and science-y things that are hard for me."

Elsa rolled her eyes. If he was trying to be cute by saying 'science-y' he was failing. Miserably.

"Hey, have you ever heard of the mathematician who's afraid of numbers? He'll stop at nothing to avoid them. Get it?" He flashed her a smile.

Elsa inhaled. Exhaled. Patience, Elsa.

"Nothing. As in zero. Get it?" he continued.

Elsa pursued her lips. "I'm not stupid, Jack."

His smiled disappeared. "No, of course not-"

"Did you bring your school books?"

"Yeah, right here." He lifted a worn blue backpack onto the table.

Elsa sighed. "We'll work in my room."

She stood without waiting for a reply and headed up the stairs. She opened the door. Jack entered behind her.

"Wow, I don't get invited into a lot of girls' rooms."

Elsa turned around, lifting an eyebrow. "Really?"

"I-I meant…" He ducked his head and blushed.

A small smile curved her lips. Maybe he was a little cute. "Here, set your school books on the table." She pointed to her vanity.

"Is that a vainity? You've never struck me as vain, Elsa."

"Jack."

"Sorry," he murmured and shuffled over to her vanity.

Elsa turned to hide another smile. He looked like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh, Elsa!"

Elsa turned towards the door. Mrs. Bennett stood in the doorway. "Yes, ma'm?"

"I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I'll bring up a folding table. Your vanity's a bit small to work on."

"I can bring it up, ma'm," Jack offered.

"Would you, Jack? Thank you."

He smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Mrs. Bennett."

He followed her out of Elsa's room, but returned shortly with the table. Elsa watched as he set it up. He only wore a blue t-shirt. His arms looked strong and muscular. Elsa wondered how they felt. She was startled out of her reverie when Jack spoke.

"Done."

Elsa nodded numbly. He pulled two chairs over and unzipped his backpack, setting his school book on the table.

"Which first?" he asked.

"How about math?"

He nodded and pulled out a navy blue book with a hard cover. It had an after-smell of dentist's office, as always. Elsa wrinkled her nose. She hated to see the math book more than once or twice a day.

"Well, which problems stumped you?" she asked.

He opened his math book and pointed to problem eight.

Elsa read out loud, "In the figure, AD=DB. Find x, y, and, z. These are actually kind of fun. Like a puzzle. Alright, so if AD=DB, then the sides of that triangle equal." Elsa pointed to the triangle, the first corner was marked as 60°. The figure was one large triangle compromised of two triangles squished together. She continued, "And if those sides are equal, these angles are equal. That means x is… ?"

Elsa turned towards Jack. He stared at her blankly. Elsa could feel her frustration growing.

"X is equal to this angle. This angle is… ?"

"Sixty."

"Yes, so x is… ?

"The same. Sixty."

Elsa sighed. "Good. How many degrees in a triangle if you add all the angles up?"

Jack ran a hand through his hair. "Umm… Six degrees?" His brows dipped down in a frown.

Elsa let out a huff. "One-eighty. So this is sixty, this is sixty. How do we figure out the last angle, y?"

Jack rubbed the back of his neck.

Elsa sighed. "Do you get it?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"Well then show me."

Jack took the pencil from her and wrote a smiley face on the scratch paper. He smiled sheepishly at her and blushed slightly before offering a shrug. Elsa groaned and ran her fingers through her loose hair.

"Work with me. All the angles make one-eighty. This angle is sixty. That angle is sixty. That means the last angle must be… ?"

Jack scratched his head. "Eighty?"

Elsa pressed her fingers into her temples. She could feel her pulse. "No," she said through clenched teeth.

"Seventy-five?"

"SIXTY!" She glared at him.

Jack recoiled and murmured an apology.

She sighed. "Sixty, sixty, and sixty make one-eighty when added."

"Oh, yeah. I feel pretty stupid now." He smiled.

"You should," she muttered. "Now, see the angle on the other triangle that's unmarked? It's right next to y and a straight angle is always how many degrees?"

He opened his mouth then shut it. "Zero?"

Elsa clenched and unclenched her fists. "One-eighty."

Jack frowned. "One-eighty, again?"

"Yes. One-eighty again. So, y plus the unmarked angle makes one-eighty. What's the unmarked angle?"

"Sixty?" he squeaked.

Elsa let out a sigh of relief. "Yes, sixty. Good. So, it provides this angle as twenty and that's sixty. What's angle z?"

"Sixty?"

Elsa sighed and hid her face in her hands, her elbows on the table. She didn't say anything for a while.

"Hey, Elsa?"

She didn't look up.

"Y'know, this has been a long day for you and… I suppose I'll leave you be. See you tomorrow."

She heard him put away his math book and zip up his bag.

"Wait," Elsa sighed.

She heard him pause. Elsa sighed again. Jack really didn't deserve all this trouble from her. It isn't his fault I'm being irritable. But it is his fault he's fallen behind on his math, she argued with herself. But you owe him. He gave you a ride home yesterday and went out of his way to be nice.

Elsa groaned. "Come back, Jack."

He sat back down in the chair. Elsa looked up, intensely studying his pretty azure eyes. They sparkled with hope.

"Get your math book back out."

Jack smiled and obediently followed her instructions. After another hour or so, they were completely done with his math homework. After some persistence on Elsa's part, she figured out he was really quite intelligent and a quick learner. They finished and started mowing down his other assignments.

She smelled so nice, Jack involuntarily leaned closer. His foot accidentally nudged hers. She was so absorbed in the school work, she hadn't noticed. Jack perused her slowly. Elsa was beautiful. She was wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt and her hair was down, cascading down in shoulders in thick, lustrous waves. Jack watched her full pink lips as she spoke, yet didn't hear a word. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. She had cute, tiny little ears. Jack eyed the soft skin underneath her ear, wishing he could kiss it. He nearly toppled back in his chair. The thought caught him off guard. Heat crept up his neck and cheeks. Only after he saw Elsa staring at him did he realize she'd asked him something.

"Wh-what?"

"I asked if you had memorized the five declensions."

"The what?" he asked dumbly.

Elsa let out a frustrated huff. Jack realized he should start paying more attention if he wanted to stay on her good side.

"The five declensions. In Latin, it's how you categorize the nouns."

"Oh, umm, yeah."

Elsa crossed her arms. "Fine. What gender is the fifth declension?"

Jack blinked several times. "Sixty?"

"Gender."

Her blue eyes sparked. They were such a pretty shade of blue. The bluest blue-

"Jack!"

"Hmm?"

"Gender of the fifth declension?"

He frowned. "What's a declension?"

"Jack! You're not focusing!"

"Well, we're pretty much done."

"Yes, we are," she huffed.

Jack's shoulders slumped. He'd messed up. Again. He packed up his books. He turned as the door creaked open and the smell of food wafted in.

"Pizza!" Mrs. Bennett walked into the room with a flat square box. "Sorry it took so long. Here we go and here's some paper plates. In a bit, I'll come up with some cookies."

Jack smiled and selected a cheesy triangle. Apparently, he'd get to stay a little longer.