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Math could be a students best friend or their worst enemy and for Andrew Clark, it was the latter. Who's bright idea was it to have numbers and letters in an equation and have you solve it and let alone graph it. Even though this was a subject that Andrew detested, he couldn't risk failing this class otherwise he would be kicked out of his team. Through the past couple of tests that his class had, Andrew's grades ranged from a D+ to an F and if he wanted to rise above that, it was going to take a miracle to not fail the class.

As the teacher droned on about the equation, Andrew's mind wandered to two things. His wrestling team and prom. Students who were not part of the elite groups would think that these were the dumbest things to be worried about, but the pressure that his father and coach had put upon him let alone his group of friends were getting to Andrew. The majority of his friends had found their prom dates, and Andrew felt all the more pressured to find his. However, the group of elite girls that made up the school were so superficial that Andrew didn't want anything to do with them. There was one girl in particular, part of Jennifer's group, who always clung onto him whenever she saw him. Andrew found her presence and her Valley girl voice utterly annoying.

Distracted with his thoughts, Andrew's eyes searched around the classroom to see whom he could see himself going to prom with. There was that girl with the braided pigtails, glasses, and braces. Not in this lifetime or the next Andrew thought as he turned his eyes over to another female. Was it wrong to have such prejudice towards his classmates? If someone else was in his shoes, they would see the pressure that he always felt. His eyes then fell to a blond but the moment that she turned her head and Andrew took notice of that Pinocchio-like noise, he shook his head as his eyes searched for another.

Looking over his shoulder, his eyes suddenly fell onto a brunette with short hair. She wore all black that emphasized the pale porcelain color of her cheeks. She had a sketchpad in front of her, but he couldn't make out what she was drawing on it. She sat there not moving an inch with her eyes closed. Whether she was sleeping or meditating at the teacher's droning, Andrew couldn't tell. However, one thing that he knew was that she was not like the other girls that he had been acquainted with. There was something mysterious about her, something that Andrew couldn't decipher. With other girls, they were easy to read. They talked about everything that was going on in their lives that they might as well be on the front cover of a teen magazine. With this girl in particular she rarely spoke, didn't involve herself with any activities, and she seemed like the type of girl who wasn't afraid of solitude.

However, could he see himself going to prom with this girl? All she needed was to be let out of her shell and for some reason, Andrew felt that he could help her with that if she allowed for him to do it.

Slowly, the brunette opened her eyes and at that moment, Andrew quickly whipped his head and faced forward to the teacher who had finished writing an equation on the board. "Now it's your turn to solve it," the teacher said to the students as they got busy at deciphering the complicated equation. "Hand me your answers, showing all of your work, before you leave."

Damn Andrew thought as he leaned against his chair and stared at the equation as if it was going to give him the answer. He looked to his right and then to his left before his eyes fell onto Larry Lester. He was part of his wrestling team, though not the strongest. "Larry," Andrew whispered to him, "Larry!"

Larry turned his head and looked over at his teammate with a raised eyebrow. "What?" he asked him.

Andrew motioned to the piece of paper that Larry was writing on. "What's the answer? I'll try to find my way around the work."

"Andrew that's cheating," Larry whispered back to him.

"Come on, man. Help a brother out," Andrew told him. "If I get another bad grade on this, I'm screwed! Coach will throw me off the team and who's going to win all the tournaments after."

"You're not the only one with a God given talent, Clark. There's other people on the team who are just as tough as you," Larry told him. "Why don't you figure it out yourself?"

Oh yeah, sure, uh-huh. A weak branch like yourself has never won any tournaments. I'm still surprised you're on the team Andrew wanted to laugh at what Larry just told him but decided against it. "You know I'm bad at math," he harshly whispered.

"That's what you get if you don't study," Larry said, "now leave me alone before we both get in trouble." At those words, Larry turned his back on Andrew.

Andrew fumed at the reaction that Larry gave him. He couldn't believe how selfish his teammate was being. What about the other times when Andrew had given him helpful tips on how to overcome their opponent in a wrestling match? The least that Larry could do was tell him the answer that he got on this stupid equation! Now I'm officially screwed! Andrew thought as he slammed his pencil on the desk and glared at the back of Larry's head. And so are you Lester he thought.

Without even showing any work, Andrew scribbled down the number '7.' Good enough Andrew thought. The bell rang and the students got up from the desks and handed their slip of paper's to the teacher's desk. He may have only written a random number, but he knew that someone was not going to be so lucky when they saw Andrew again.