Drabble 12: Knowledge.
"I hate math."
"I know, Henry."
"I don't get it."
"I'm sorry, Henry."
"It's stupid."
"Of course it is, Henry. Not like it's vital to society or anything."
"Naaaaaat."
"Oh, shut it." She rolls her eyes, coming over to wrap her arms around him and lean over his shoulder, taking a look at the worksheet, "That's not even hard."
"Well, coming from Miss 'Every-AP-Class' it isn't. But I hate math. Calculus is stupid." He sighs, rubbing his eyes, "Help me?"
Natalie tightens her arms around him slightly, kissing his cheek, "You know I'm not going to be able to help you during the test next week, right?" She, however, takes the pencil from his hand and begins writing equations as easily as if she were writing her own name.
"You're amazing."
"I know."
"You should teach my class."
"And be in front of an entire room of our peers? No thanks. I'm content sitting in the back." She pushes a curl behind her ear, finishing the last problem, "Done."
"I.." He looks at the scrawl of letters across his paper and grins, "I love you. C'mere." He turns the wheelie chair abruptly, causing her to stumble enough that he can easily pull her into his lap. Henry kisses her forehead, near holding her bridal style, "Why are you so smart?"
"Uh, because I pay attention in class?" She smiles, relaxing into him. He toys with her hair a bit, staying in the position until Natalie's practically napping and he has to go.
"Gotta go, Nat. Love you." He whispers, carrying her over to her bed while she only half listens, nodding. He kisses her hair and leaves, grabbing his things.
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"Henry?" Ms. Duggard calls him up to her desk the next day. She points to the messy handwriting that obviously does not belong to him, "Thank your girlfriend for me; I can't have another student failing this class."