"Now, the Greeks didn't appreciate this negative attention from the Persians, and-" The bell rings out sharply. You pack your pencils back in their case and stuff your backpack with the class's materials. "We'll continue this discussion tomorrow," Dr. Harris says, interupting the post-school chatter. "Please read from 16.1 to 16.4!" he yells as your peers file out of the classroom.
You walk through the math wing of your school, eager to find your teacher for some additional counseling.
"Hey John." Your close friend Emma sidles up beside you, brushing her shoulder against yours. "Whatchu up to?" she asks, smiling through her cute, impishly small mouth. You've regarded her as pretty since she enrolled in your middle school, but have thought of her as a sister since befriending her. Nevertheless, you'd be lying if you said you'd never considered a romantic relationship.
"Stopping at Mr. Sanders's class for some extra help on this exponential growth stuff."
"You're doing fine so far. Didn't you get a 95% on that quiz?"
"Well, that one was kind of an outlier with regard to my others," you respond.
"I have swim practice today. You can count on Jean being there today. Sorry, stud." She punches you playfully. You can always count on Emma to see through your ruses. You've had a massive crush on Jean since freshman year. Despite two boyfriends of hers and multiple class periods with her father, she's been the sole object of your desire since. With two years of pursuing with no avail, you finally befriended her earlier this year.
"Like I said, I just want some extra help." With this, she smirks and walks off. "See you tomorrow," she says, waving.
"Yep." You wander your way to Mr. Sanders's room, knocking on the door.
"Come in!" you hear. Mr. Sanders is sitting across from a friend of yours, discussing what seems to be parabolic functions. Three more kids sat behind them, seemingly studying.
"Hey, John," he says, "What's up?"
"Not much. Just here to ask if you have time to discuss these word problems on the homework."
"I'm kind of swamped right now. Sorry," he said sincerely.
"It's cool. Can I come in tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, sure." I turned to leave the classroom.
"Wait, tomorrow morning won't work for me. You live in Scottsville, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, Attlebury Drive."
"Stop by my house at, um..." he checked his cell. "four-thirty? If that works for you, I can help before the test. If not, well, you seem to be fairly well-versed in this subject anyway"