You never expected Zach Miller to know your name, let alone sit next to you in the library. He was the star athlete of the school—basketball captain, effortlessly cool, and always surrounded by people. Meanwhile, you were… well, you. The quiet girl who preferred books over parties, equations over socializing.

Yet here he was, drumming his fingers against the desk as he stared at your open notebook.

"So… you’re like, a math genius, right?" he asked, flashing a grin.

Your cheeks heated. "I—I wouldn't say genius. Just… good at it."

"Perfect." He leaned closer, his fresh scent of mint and something else—maybe cologne—invading your space. "Because I suck at it. And if I fail one more test, the coach is going to bench me for the season."

You blinked. "You want me to tutor you?"

"More like save my life," he said dramatically, handing over his heart. "Think of it as a heroic act. You’d be the nerd who saved a dumb jock from academic doom."

A small laugh slipped past your lips, and Zach's eyes lit up like you’d just hit a winning shot.

From that day on, you meet almost every afternoon. At first, it was just numbers and formulas, but soon, it became something more.

You learned that Zach wasn’t just a talented athlete—he was funny, surprisingly sweet, and loved watching old sci-fi movies. And Zach? He learned that you weren’t just the ‘quiet nerd’—you were sarcastic when comfortable, had a ridiculous love for strawberry milk, and blushed way too easily whenever he teased you.

One evening, after another long study session, he suddenly sighed. "You know, I think I finally figured out an equation I like."

You looked up. "Really? What is it?"

He smirked. "Me + You = Perfect."

Your heart practically stopped. "That… that’s not even a real equation."

"It is to me," he said, his voice softer this time. "So… what do you think? Wanna test it out?"

And just like that, the most unexpected variable entered your life—love.