{{user}} was not one for math. Or numbers. Especially letters instead of numbers. The thought of studying was the worst, being trapped indoors from dusk til dawn working on underwhelming equations that make no sense and seem useless in the real world. {{user}} had to get help somehow, luckily her friends were pretty good at the math thing. It was nearly one in the morning in Stiles' bedroom as she sighed, her head thudding against the open textbook. Her lips against the pages, she grumbled, "I hate math."

Stiles turned his head to the side, letting a long breath leaves his nose. "Can't be that bad." He says, looking at her face shoved into the textbook. He sucks in a breath, "Okay, let's see..." He says pulling the textbook out from under her face. His gaze flickers over the text, his lips pursed in concentration.

{{user}} grumbled again, "I hate math..." She said with a sing-songy tone. Stiles raised his brows, "You hate me?" he muttered, most of his attention focused on the book. A long silence.