Disclaimers and summary on first chapter
Notes: 40 chapters? Finally, proof that I indeed have no life. This chapter is both fun and educational! Ha. Enjoy!
Chapter 40 -Sine, Cosine and Tangent-
+Mark's POV+
He's lying on his back on the bed chewing absently on a pen in our now usual motel room. We're here almost every weekend now. Not necessarily because we can't find anywhere else to be alone, but mostly because it's fun. However this weekend's purpose isn't fun. I'm determined for Roger to pass one test in Trig.
"Roger, can you at least pretend you're paying attention?"
He looks over at me, offended. "I am! You're talking about Trig!"
I roll my eyes, hold out the book and drop it on his stomach.
"You fucker!" He wheezes, throwing it back at me. I shake my head and reopen it to the right page as he painfully sits up.
"That really hurt!"
"C'mon Rog, this stuff isn't that hard. Just imagine what she'll think, what anyone will think if you ace a test."
"They'll think I cheated." He says, rubbing his stomach and wincing.
"But you won't! You'll know this stuff!"
He groans and lies down again.
"Mark, I don't want to do this!" He looks longingly out the window. "Can't we go outside?" He grins. "And play?"
"No! You are going to pass Monday's test, I don't care if we're up all weekend!"
He sighs, defeated. "Fine. What was that thingy about signs again?"
"Sine, Roger. Sine, cosine and tangent are trig functions. The other three, cosecant, secant and cotangent are like the opposites of the first three."
"Which one's which?"
I pull out a sheet of notebook paper and copy down the six functions, placing the opposites across from each other. I show him the paper.
"Oh. Ok."
I start explaining the concept of SOH-CAH-TOA.
"Wait, what the fuck is that?"
"What?"
"Sowhata?"
I roll my eyes. "SOH-CAH-TOA." I cringe, knowing he'll think I'm insane. "She tells us to think of it as an Indian Chief."
"Of Trig?"
"Yeah."
He laughs. "Chief So. . . what was it?"
"SOH-CAH-TOA."
"Heh. Right. Chief SOH-CAH-TOA." He grins at me. "I think I can remember that. Now what does it mean?"
I explain and he listens, his brow furrowed, nodding occasionally.
"Can you write some of that down? Draw the triangles?"
"I will." I assure him. "But I want you to know what it means first."
He points at the paper. "Draw the first one, the soh thingy."
"It's not a 'soh thingy'. The sides are always the same, at least for the problems in this chapter. All you have to memorize is what sides to use to find the trig function you want."
I draw a triangle for him and label the sides. I write out the functions.
"See? Opposite over hypotenuse will give you sine."
"Do you divide them?" He asks, staring at my writing.
"Yes! See? You do get it!"
He grins. "Do I get a cookie?"
"We don't have any cookies."
"Can we go get some?"
"Roger! Can you. . ."
"Please? I promise I'll try really hard, but I'm hungry!"
I roll my eyes. I don't want to stop now, but denying him food if he really is hungry would I suppose be cruel. So I give in.
"Fine. But buy your cookies and then you're going to learn this!"
He eagerly jumps off of the bed.
"Oreos!" He yells, running out the door. Reluctantly, but smiling, I follow him.
+++ (Tuesday)
Roger lets out a yelp of surprise when he's handed back his test. Eagerly, I look over to see if our work paid off and am very pleased to see a large red A- scrawled across it. Roger catches me looking and hands it to me, grinning.
"Look, Mark! An A! I've never gotten an A before!"
I look through the test, the only stuff he got wrong was a complicated sort of problem I forgot to teach him how to do and a few minor things. I grin back at him.
"This is great, Rog! See? I told you you could do it!"
He takes it back, smiling down at his grade. I get my own A back and shove it in my math book with only a glance at the grade.
After class Roger pulls me into the bathroom and after checking to make sure we're alone kisses me deeply on the lips.
"I love you." He whispers, laying his hand on my cheek. I wrap my arms around his waist.
"I love you too." I tell him. "I'm proud of you."
He grins and kisses my forehead before checking his watch.
"We have to go or we'll be late for that stupid science thing."
"Physics?"
He rolls his eyes and nods. "Yeah, that."
I nudge him. "It's not so bad. C'mon." I take his hand and pull him with me out of the bathroom. He pulls his hand away as soon as we're in the hallway and takes a few extra large steps to catch up and match my stride.
"Marky, I don't wanna go." He whines.
"You are not cutting, again! Remember, you promised me you were going to try from now on."
He pouts at me, but follows me into the classroom.
+++
Notes Continued: Chapter feels incomplete, but what I want to happen next (as of now) would make this really long. . . and it would be a really weird jump to have in the same chapter. Next chappie for that. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading/reviewing, you guys!
Notes: 40 chapters? Finally, proof that I indeed have no life. This chapter is both fun and educational! Ha. Enjoy!
Chapter 40 -Sine, Cosine and Tangent-
+Mark's POV+
He's lying on his back on the bed chewing absently on a pen in our now usual motel room. We're here almost every weekend now. Not necessarily because we can't find anywhere else to be alone, but mostly because it's fun. However this weekend's purpose isn't fun. I'm determined for Roger to pass one test in Trig.
"Roger, can you at least pretend you're paying attention?"
He looks over at me, offended. "I am! You're talking about Trig!"
I roll my eyes, hold out the book and drop it on his stomach.
"You fucker!" He wheezes, throwing it back at me. I shake my head and reopen it to the right page as he painfully sits up.
"That really hurt!"
"C'mon Rog, this stuff isn't that hard. Just imagine what she'll think, what anyone will think if you ace a test."
"They'll think I cheated." He says, rubbing his stomach and wincing.
"But you won't! You'll know this stuff!"
He groans and lies down again.
"Mark, I don't want to do this!" He looks longingly out the window. "Can't we go outside?" He grins. "And play?"
"No! You are going to pass Monday's test, I don't care if we're up all weekend!"
He sighs, defeated. "Fine. What was that thingy about signs again?"
"Sine, Roger. Sine, cosine and tangent are trig functions. The other three, cosecant, secant and cotangent are like the opposites of the first three."
"Which one's which?"
I pull out a sheet of notebook paper and copy down the six functions, placing the opposites across from each other. I show him the paper.
"Oh. Ok."
I start explaining the concept of SOH-CAH-TOA.
"Wait, what the fuck is that?"
"What?"
"Sowhata?"
I roll my eyes. "SOH-CAH-TOA." I cringe, knowing he'll think I'm insane. "She tells us to think of it as an Indian Chief."
"Of Trig?"
"Yeah."
He laughs. "Chief So. . . what was it?"
"SOH-CAH-TOA."
"Heh. Right. Chief SOH-CAH-TOA." He grins at me. "I think I can remember that. Now what does it mean?"
I explain and he listens, his brow furrowed, nodding occasionally.
"Can you write some of that down? Draw the triangles?"
"I will." I assure him. "But I want you to know what it means first."
He points at the paper. "Draw the first one, the soh thingy."
"It's not a 'soh thingy'. The sides are always the same, at least for the problems in this chapter. All you have to memorize is what sides to use to find the trig function you want."
I draw a triangle for him and label the sides. I write out the functions.
"See? Opposite over hypotenuse will give you sine."
"Do you divide them?" He asks, staring at my writing.
"Yes! See? You do get it!"
He grins. "Do I get a cookie?"
"We don't have any cookies."
"Can we go get some?"
"Roger! Can you. . ."
"Please? I promise I'll try really hard, but I'm hungry!"
I roll my eyes. I don't want to stop now, but denying him food if he really is hungry would I suppose be cruel. So I give in.
"Fine. But buy your cookies and then you're going to learn this!"
He eagerly jumps off of the bed.
"Oreos!" He yells, running out the door. Reluctantly, but smiling, I follow him.
+++ (Tuesday)
Roger lets out a yelp of surprise when he's handed back his test. Eagerly, I look over to see if our work paid off and am very pleased to see a large red A- scrawled across it. Roger catches me looking and hands it to me, grinning.
"Look, Mark! An A! I've never gotten an A before!"
I look through the test, the only stuff he got wrong was a complicated sort of problem I forgot to teach him how to do and a few minor things. I grin back at him.
"This is great, Rog! See? I told you you could do it!"
He takes it back, smiling down at his grade. I get my own A back and shove it in my math book with only a glance at the grade.
After class Roger pulls me into the bathroom and after checking to make sure we're alone kisses me deeply on the lips.
"I love you." He whispers, laying his hand on my cheek. I wrap my arms around his waist.
"I love you too." I tell him. "I'm proud of you."
He grins and kisses my forehead before checking his watch.
"We have to go or we'll be late for that stupid science thing."
"Physics?"
He rolls his eyes and nods. "Yeah, that."
I nudge him. "It's not so bad. C'mon." I take his hand and pull him with me out of the bathroom. He pulls his hand away as soon as we're in the hallway and takes a few extra large steps to catch up and match my stride.
"Marky, I don't wanna go." He whines.
"You are not cutting, again! Remember, you promised me you were going to try from now on."
He pouts at me, but follows me into the classroom.
+++
Notes Continued: Chapter feels incomplete, but what I want to happen next (as of now) would make this really long. . . and it would be a really weird jump to have in the same chapter. Next chappie for that. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading/reviewing, you guys!