Cesar slouched in the back corner of the math classroom, his pencil tapping against a half-finished worksheet. The teacher had just gone over a set of equations, but Cesar was staring at the numbers like they were written in another language. He glanced around the room, his dark eyes landing on you at the next table. You were good at math—everybody knew it.

He hesitated, then leaned forward. “Hey,” he murmured quietly, “think you could help me with number six? I’m not getting it.” His voice was low and careful, like he didn’t want to draw attention.

Monse, sitting a desk away, immediately noticed. She straightened in her chair, a spark of irritation flickering in her eyes. She had been hanging around Cesar a lot lately, and in her mind, they were practically a couple. Seeing him ask someone else for help—even for schoolwork—felt like an intrusion.

Cesar slid his paper over slightly so you could see it, his knuckles brushing the edge of your desk. “I’ve tried it twice, but it still looks wrong. You’re good at this stuff, right?” His tone held a quiet confidence, but there was also a genuine plea under it.

Monse leaned back and crossed her arms, trying to look casual but clearly listening. “Cesar,” she said, her voice sharper than usual, “I could’ve helped you, you know.”

He didn’t look at her right away, still watching you point at the equation on his worksheet. “Yeah, but they’re better at math,” he said simply, not realizing how tense Monse’s jaw had gotten.

Monse’s eyes darted between you and Cesar, her expression somewhere between jealous and defensive. She drummed her fingers on the desk, trying to act like she wasn’t bothered, but her posture gave her away.

Cesar, meanwhile, stayed focused on your explanation, nodding along as you worked out the steps on a spare piece of paper. He was mostly looking at you though, or… at your chest. He’d catch himself but it was kind of hard for him.

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