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This is story number thirty-six. And by the way, I know nothing about advanced math. I hate advanced math. So the stuff Billy is saying is made-up nonsense.

Jason and Billy

by

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

Jason Scott yawned impatiently as he waited for his new tutor. The ten-year old felt he had better things to do with his time, like practicing the new karate moves his Sensei had taught him. But his dad and teacher both insisted, no demanded, that he give the peer tutoring program a try. Either that, or he'd have to have math class with the preschoolers.

"Salutations, are you Jason?" asked the bespectacled boy as he approached the table. Inwardly, Billy sighed. It was just his luck to get stuck tutoring a muscle jock. He'd be lucky to get more than monosyllabic words out of him.

Jason nodded, glancing derisively at the blue overalls. "Sure, but I hope you don't plan on plowing me with math problems."

Billy blinked at this. "Uh...ok. I'm Billy, I'm here to assist you in the increase of your mathematical aptitude."

Jason blinked back at Billy. "O...kay. I'm sure you'll put some 'horse' sense into me."

Billy looked confusedly at Jason. "We can start with polyonomic algorithms and then go onto quadruple root calculations."

Jason looked confusedly back at Billy. "You can yap about math until the cows come home, but you won't be able to plant that boring stuff into my brain."

A light came to Billy's face and he sat down. "Well, I am not cognizant of your rationality for your usage of agrarian related puns." He placed the books on the library table. "But as you are remunerating me for every sixty minutes of instruction, we had better initiate our work.."

"Renumerate?" asked Jason. "Why would you want me to count for you? I thought you could count for yourself. Some genius you are."

Billy sputtered at this. "I meant that you are paying me by the hour."

"WHAT!" Jason shouted out loud, causing the librarian to give him a dirty look. "I can't pay you. I don't even have any money." His allowance had been cut off ever since he and Zack had pooled their money together and tried to rent a rocket launcher. Oh well, they'd just think of another way to get rid of the school. "Besides, I thought this was an extracurricular activity."

"Well, I only agreed to tutor you imbeciles if I received adequate compensation." Of course, Billy hadn't noticed the sarcasm in the principal's voice as he agreed to this. "I have financial needs of my own."

"Bulk and Skull demanding lunch money from you?" asked Jason as he picked pieces of wilted lettuce and green meatloaf out of the other boy's hair. "Then tossing you in the cafeteria trash can?" He had once thought of going that route, but the thought of spending his time with the moronic duo made him queasy. Well, it was either that or all the garbage dumpsters they tossed their victims in.

Billy frowned. "If you cannot pay me for this session, then I shall have to pack up and leave." He picked up his textbook. "My deepest apologies. I hope you are able to obtain adequate tutelage from one our less prodigious classmates. I hear Kim Hart's teaching math through the use of cheerleading moves."

"NO!" cried Jason, earning yet another dirty glare from the librarian. "Don't leave. If I don't get a better grade this semester I'll be stuck counting kitties and duckies with the preschool kids. And I don't want to spend the afternoon smelling their poopy diapers."

"Uh, I do believe they are all toilet trained..."

Jason suddenly got an idea. "Hey! Why don't I give you karate lessons? I've already got a black belt. That'd be a fair trade, wouldn't it?"

Billy snorted. "For what purpose would I ever require such an endeavor? It isn't as though I would ever achieve super hero status and be able to utilize it on extraterrestrial villains."

Jason snickered at this as well. "Well, no, but I don't think you want to continue wearing the lunch specials everyday." This time he used a piece of scrap paper to wipe a glob of tapioca pudding off Billy's shoulder.

"Oh, I never even considered that." Billy pondered for a few seconds. "Then I wouldn't need to get paid. I could just use my moves on those two bullies." He laughed, temporarily forgetting to speak in his advanced vocabulary. "They won't even know what hit them!"

"Sure," agreed Jason who decided he'd put off telling Billy that he should only use karate in self-defense until he'd learned enough to at least get him up to the first grade math classes.

Billy stood up excitedly. "The next time Bulk tries to give me a wedgie, I'll just give him one of these," he clumsily swung his hand around and knocked the books off a cart. The librarian growled at him. "And the next time Skull tries to give me a swirlie, I'll just give him one of these." He clumsily kicked his foot to the side and knocked over a bookshelf. This time, the librarian stomped over to him, grabbed his lifetime library membership badge and tore it in two. Billy stared at the pieces with tears in his eyes.

Under the continuing glare of the librarian, the two boy lifted up the shelf (well, Jason lifted it while Billy just huffed and puffed). Then they placed the books back on it in Dewey Decimal order (well, Billy put them back while Jason was still trying to figure out where to put the first book.)

"Very well," said Billy as the boys sat back at the table. "Let's initiate our mathematical lesson." His loss of his lifetime library badge had quickly sobered him up and he was again using his big words. He opened the book. "Now, in this problem, you take the lower polynomial and multiply it by pi to sixth power. Then you subtract the cosign from the fifth to seventh digit of the cube root. Then you convert everything into fractions, reverse and invert them and divide them from the median of the other three numbers here. Then you..." He looked up at the low steady sound.

Jason Scott snored away, dreaming of being the new ruler of the world and eliminating math and math nerds altogether. He smiled at the silly image of himself ruling the Earth from the moon. Even in his sleep he knew that was impossible to do.

Billy sighed and closed his book. Then he looked around cautiously and piled several books onto the table. "Hiyah!" he cried as he swung his hand down on them. "Yeeeeeooooowwww!" he screamed as his hand throbbed in pain. This time, the librarian simply lifted him up and tossed him bodily out of the library, and into the trash can outside.