Author's Note: Here's the final chapter! Enjoy! Look out for Cellphone Wars

Chapter Eight: Math Is Evil

"Can you help me with my math?"

Ryan looked at Haylie, who was sitting on the floor instead of the couch, and he grinned.

"Remember the last time you wanted my help? I offered, but you wouldn't let me."

"That's because you wanted to awnser the questions for me. Now, I'm just asking for help." Haylie informed him as she got on the couch, and sat by him.

"You know, for someone whose friends wanted her to join Decathlon, they weren't thinking straight. You are absolutely--"

"Just help me already!" Haylie explained, and Ryan smiled, taking her math book, and quickly glanced at the problem that she working on.

"24y-x3. Haylie, your acting like Troy!" Ryan prompted, as he looked at his girlfriend with a smirk on his face.

"I am not. I get it better than him...atleast when I have a awnser down on paper, I go with my gut." Haylie commented, and Ryan shook his head, but he knew Haylie was right: whenever the group would have a study party for math, Troy would redo his awnsers, thinking they aren't right, even when Gabriella told him they are.

"Troy's just...having a problem with math. It's like the old saying, 'if you like that something, but that something doesn't like you'. So, Troy likes math, but math doesn't like him." Ryan explained.

"But...Ryan, math is a subject. It's like saying Gabriella doesn't like Troy." Haylie responded, and Ryan looked at her.

"Excately...I mean..." Ryan started, but stopped as he looked at her again, and Haylie grinned.

How he survived another crazy antic of hers, he'd never know.

"Look, I'm trying to make you understand math!" Ryan replied.

"Well, your making me confused!" Haylie countered, and Ryan laughed.

"I love it when I could do that. I never could with anyone else." Ryan stated, and a pillow hit his face, and he lowered the pillow to reveal Haylie shaking with laughter, and Ryan threw the pillow back at her, but the pillow missed the girl completely, and landed on the floor.

"You...missed." Haylie said, and burst out laughing, while Ryan unexceptedly blushed, something he hardly did anymore.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get too smug. Remeber, your still my student, and I'm still the teacher, so your still learning about math." Ryan told her, and Haylie pretended to pout.

"But, it's hard!" she stated obviously, and Ryan rolled his eyes.

"It is not. Maybe if you apply yourself, instead of talking to my sister--"

"Oh, so it's Sharpay's fault that I'm stupid?"

"I never said you were stupid! I just said if you applied yourself more--"

But, Ryan didn't get to finish his sentance when Haylie leaned over, and kissed him sqaure on the lips, and he glanced at her, with a frown on his face.

"See, this is why you never apply yourself. Your always kissing me!" he explained, and Haylie smiled as she began to pack up.

"Maybe it's because that's more fun than solving for x?" Haylie asked, and Ryan got up too, and the frown was replaced by a smile.

"Perhaps." Ryan replied as he and Haylie went outside to see Haylie off.

Haylie smiled as she looked at her car, and then at him.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, I guess."

"Hey, if your still worried about Tara, I'll protect you."

Haylie grinned as she gave him a peck on the cheek, and got into her car, Ryan closing the door for her, and off she went.

It was funny how relationships can go from totally perfect, to shreds the next, to back to perfect again, but Ryan would like to think that's how his and Haylie's relationship worked, and he knew there'd be another time where drama would surely follow, he thought that wouldn't be for a very long time.