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Jean’s POV:

                I was astonished as I sat in my last class. How the Hell didn’t I ever notice? Two seats in front of me and to the right, sat a [h/c] haired girl with [e/c] eyes. It was [Name]. Somehow, I never noticed that she was in my Algebra 2 class. Then again, I never paid attention to math. I didn’t care much for formulas that were set in stone. I preferred making up my own strategies and solutions. The teacher, Mr. Ackerman, would always yell at me for not looking forward. Now, I had a reason to look forward. Though, it wasn’t for the right reason.

                I spent the entire period daydreaming. It may sound creepy, but I was thinking about [Name]. I was thinking about how we met. Who knew a friendship could be formed from yelling? I sure as hell didn’t know that, but it happened.

                I snapped out of my lost thoughts just in time to hear the teacher make an announcement. “Alright, you brats. For the end of the semester, I’m giving you a partner project on the history and practical use of Algebra. You and a partner will choose a specific formula or concept, and you will research how it came to be. I will be assigning you partners.” Half of the class groaned as he said the last bit. I was included in that half, while [Name] wasn’t. “To be sure everyone does a fair amount of work, a delinquent will be paired with a genius that won’t let them get away with doing nothing.” Leave it up to Mr. Ackerman to say something like that. “The partners will be as follow…” He took out a sheet of paper and started reading the words scribbled on it. “Connie and Mikasa; Sasha and Annie; Reiner and Berthold; [Name] and Jean…” I didn’t hear what he said after that.

                My head jerked up, removing my chin from resting on my palm. My eyes were widened and my pupils were probably dilated. As I began to think about [Name] again, I felt a faint pink dust over my features. I thought it would go away at first, but then [Name] turned around to look at me and smiled as if to say, “Cool! I guess we’re partners!”

                I heard the faint echoes of Mr. Ackerman’s voice stop and I returned my attention to see what was going on. He had put away the list of names, apparently finished, and started to say something else. “I will pass out a sheet that includes the outline of the essay and the topics you can chose from.” He started to pass out those papers. “The project will be due Monday, so you have only a week to complete it. There are five minutes left, so you may use that time to move to your partner and discuss what you will do for the project. Have a good weekend.” Of course, he had only a stoic expression as he said those words. However, I didn’t notice. I was too busy staring at [Name]. I watched as she packed up all of her stuff except for a notebook and a fancy looking pen.

                I didn’t take my eyes off or her as I grabbed my unopened backpack. I unknowingly bit my lip as I stood, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and making my way towards her desk. I knelt down next to her desk with a small grin on my face, the kind of grin a kid would give if he didn’t quite get what he wanted for Christmas, but still liked his gift.

                “Well, it seems as luck would have it, Mr. Ackerman paired together the two people who actually just met today!” [Name] said with a cheery smile that could catch anyone off guard by how beautiful it was. You could see it was her genuine smile based on the lines in the corner of eyes as she closed them. Her smile only made me smile even more.

                “Alright so~, I think I’ll let you choose the topic of the assignment ‘cause to be honest… I don’t know shit,” I said as I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment.

                She simply laughed at my confession. Actually, it was more of a cute giggle. “Well, that actually seems to be the trend with most of my friends, so it’s no big deal. I’m told I’m a really good tutor!” Once again, her amazingly chipper voice brought a smile to my lips. “How about we do something on the graphing of logarithmic functions?”

                I gave a nervous chuckle. “Heh, well, I have no idea what you just said so I guess it’s a good idea.”

                Yet again she giggled. “Well, how about before we start off, I show you what it is I’m talking about.”

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                “Okay, okay, okay, so a log graph is different from a square root graph, right?”

                “That’s right. And the bells about to ring so when do you want to work on this? It will probably only take a couple hours to finish. When are you free this weekend?” [Name] basically became the one to lead this project. She seemed content with it, too.

                “Well, I don’t have to do anything today after school. What about you?” I was hopeful for her to not have anything to do at all, but someone like her probably had a packed schedule every weekend.

                “I don’t have anything to do. So whose house do you wanna do the project at?”

                “My mom tends to be a bit annoying and embarrassing, so~ how about your house?” It was true. My mom would embarrass me all the time. A few of my friends still haven’t let me live down the fact that she called me ‘Jean-bo’.

                “My parents are on vacation, so it’s just me and my older brother right now. But, he wouldn’t cause any trouble since he’s always in his room playing Assassin’s Creed or something. So how about-” She didn’t get to finish because the very obnoxious school bell rang throughout the school, telling students that it was time to leave Hell and go home.

                “Yeah let’s just do that…” I said, rubbing the back of my neck for no reason as I stood with my backpack slung over my shoulder. “I could drive us if you don’t have a car.”

                “Alright! It’ll be better than riding the bus. Hehe… Do you know where Rose Avenue is?” I could’ve died from the sweet innocent smile she gave me as she packed up her stuff and shoved it into her red Jansport backpack, laden with many drawings from Sims diamonds to shoujo style anime drawings.

                I was at a loss for words as I watched her beautiful body get up, until I realized that I was being a pervert and looked away. “Uh, yeah I do.” I pulled on the collar of my red button up shirt. “But, uh, I should probably mention that I ride a motorcycle…”

                Her face became a little frightened and her body stiffened up. Somehow, her face said all the words she couldn’t voice.

                “You’ve never been on a motorcycle have you?” I tilted my head to the side and down to be level with [Name]’s face, a shit-eating grin plastered on my face.

                She became extremely defensive at that comment, but her voice was shaky. “Y-yes I have! W-well, when it’s still at least! I-I’ve never been on one while it’s moving…”

                “Well, first time for everything!” I gave her a cocky smile, and she looked up at me with an innocent and scared one. This was a state that I hoped to see her in again, because it was damn cute, maybe even a little sexy. “Come on. It won’t be that bad.”