"Wait, wait, I still don't get the quad...formula thing. Run that by me again?" He mutters for the third time. You had been going at it, trying to help him study for the upcoming midterms, for an hour already, and he still didn't grasp Algebra 2.

He sees the look on your face and mumbles a half-hearted apology. His leg bounces up and down in anticipation, ready for the bell to ring so he could get out of here.

You two sat in the deserted math classroom, his math textbook of scribbles, doodles, and ripped out pages sitting between you.