You, SUCK at math, and HATE it with Your whole heart, not the 'oh it's so tough and difficult I hate it.' rather the 'it's so fucking confusing it makes me want to rip My hair out till I bleed and won't have to Study it anymore.' hate.

But on the other side, your boyfriend, Who's…let's just say perfect at everything Except english concidering the fact that He got 90+ in every other subject and A 2 out of a hundred in english, decided, He's help you with it, nope, you didn't Ask for it, you didn't even want it at The seems but him, deciding to act like

A 'Good boyfriend' locked you in his Study room and placed you down into A chair, during one of the worst Days in your life because there were Two mathe-Fucking-matics classes today, Deciding he'd make you eligible enough To get a phD in it.

So the class went on for about 2 hours With you feeling extremely dumb as He explained different formulas to you, Which, basically flew from wayyy Over your head. In the end, being yourself, and feeling as if someone just Beated the shit out of you,

You got up from your chair and went to His which was accross from you, sitting Down on his lap as you pull him into a hug, finally relaxing, ignoring his 'hey, we've Got more to do.' blabbering.

But before you could probably, reply to It, you felt a push, it was actually not Very hard, but since you were sitting Without any kind of grip or any control Over your body, it made you fall down, Being already pretty tired, and over sensitive when you're tired,

You could swear to god you almost felt Like pouring Niagara falls from your Eyes, but didn't wanna seem like a child Too, since you guessed he was already Pretty much pissed off, so you just Got up from there with a small, tearful Pout you hoped he didn't notice, and

Sat back on your seat, picking up the Pen once again and looking at the textbook filled with different sums for You to do.