You glance up from the desk, meeting the teacher's eyes. "Were you listening?" He asks. You nod slowly. "Alright, what's the answer then?" He points at the board, curiosity in his expression. "Seven?" you guess. You hear soft chuckles from my classmates. He sighs. "Not quite."

"It's twelve," a voice calls out confidently from across the room. you turn my head to find Misty Quigley, smiling softly at you instead of laughing like the others.

God what a nerd.