DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN iCARLY!
chapter | seventeen
"Multiply positive nine minus eight i plus positive seven plus two i." Freddie says.
(9-8i) +(7+2i)
What the fuck?
Freddie is helping me study for my math final tomorrow. Tomorrow is my last final before I am free at least for the first semester. I've taken my last four finals this week, and I think I did alright; I thought chemistry was going to be awful, but math is the one that is going to kill me the most!
All the subjects kill me in general.
The problem Freddie is making me do is hurting my head. My professor taught us the courses at the beginning of the year, but every time we learn it, I forget everything. That's why Freddie is helping me out so I can somewhat understand the equations I have to learn.
He's a big help.
"I'm stuck." I sighed.
"Stuck on what?"
"On what to do first." I rub my hands through my hair, frustrated. Freddie must've noticed I'm stressing out because he's giving me that sympathetic look.
"Sam, just calm down. You got this." He assured me. He scoots his chair next to me on the dining table and grabs my pencil pointing at the numbers on my practice sheet. "You need to start with the given expressions. Then you group the terms," he circles the two parenthesis that has numbers and letters in them.
"So... nine and seven are numbers that don't have the i, right?" He asked, and I nod my head showing him I understand. "Okay, so then you put those two together," he writes '9+7' together in parenthesis. "Then negative eight i and positive two i are the same, so you write those two together." He writes '-8i+2i' in parenthesis.
"You get it?" He asked looking at me.
"So you basically combine the same type of variables?" I asked.
"Right." He smiled and gives me the pencil back to me. "So what do you do next?"
I look at the equation Freddie wrote down and see '(9+7) +(-8i+2i)' So the equation has got to have an answer, right? So maybe I'm supposed to add the numbers together...
I write my steps the way I think are correct. After a while, I wrote my answer down and prayed in my head that I got it right.
"Okay...is this the answer?" I pushed the paper towards Freddie so he could see my answer.
16-6i
He stares at the answer, and I see the corner of his lips lifting up to a grin. "Sam, you got it right."
"I did?" I exclaimed. I am dancing in my chair happy that I got a question right. Oh my gosh! "Ahh! I actually got something right!"
"I told you-you got this. Do you feel confident about your final now?" He asked, smiling.
"Yeah, a little bit. I just need to work on more problems then I should be ready." I replied giving him my big smile. "You're easier to understand than my professor, you know that?" I nudged his shoulder.
"Eh, if you say so." He chuckles.
He neatens the school papers on the table and closes my math textbook while I put all of my school work in my backpack. "Thank you for helping me,"
"No problem," he grins.
"So!" I breathed out. "What do you want to do, now?" I asked putting my backpack on the floor.
"We can watch a movie. The Heat alright?"
"Yes! I love Melissa McCarthy. We'll watch that." I smiled and stood up from my chair. Before I walked out of the room, Freddie's cell phone rings and he picks up the device from the table looking at the caller ID.
"Oh, it's my mom. You put the movie on and I'll be right there." He said standing up.
"Okay," I nodded my head and walked to the living room, heading for our movie shelf. I glanced at the shelf to find The Heat on DVD and picked it up. I put the disc in the DVD player and grabbed the remote, sitting on the couch.
After I have the movie menu up, I still realized that Freddie hasn't come back yet from his call. I guess him and his mom are having fun catching up. A few moments later, I hear Freddie walking in the room. I snap my head around seeing him walking with his shoulders slumped and face blank.
What's wrong with him?
He sits on the couch next to me and just stared at his lap, with no emotion at all. "Freddie?" I whispered.
He lifts his head up and stares at me with the same blank look. "Yeah?" He asked monotone.
"Is everything alright?" I asked worriedly. He never looked like this before unless something was wrong and I can sense that talking to his mom was not a pleasant conversation.
All of the sudden, his face turns back to the cheeky kid he was a few minutes ago. "Yeah, everything's fine. My mom just wanted to know how I'm doing, that's all." He nodded with a small grin on his face.
"Are you sure?" I know something is wrong because he doesn't just turn back happy that fast when he looked upset before.
"Yes, Sam I'm sure." He chuckled and looked at the T.V. "Now play the movie." He pointed at the screen.
I picked up the remote and pressed the play button. The movie starts with the intro companies and then the credits of who's in the movie, blah, blah, blah. After a few minutes of watching the film, I turned my head at Freddie to see he's watching the screen with a blank look on his face again.
Something is wrong...I don't want to say anything because he might not tell me. If something were wrong he would tell me, right?
I guess I'm just imagining things.