I suck at adding, let alone algebra 1. I’m struggling to just get Ds. I’ll study but once I start the test it’ll all leave my brain.
"Shit, not again!" I said as my teacher passed me my test. It got a 64 on it.
"Didn’t pass?" My classmate Ponyboy asked me.
"Obviously," I turned my paper to him. His eyes got wide, he’s probably never seen a grade that low in his life.
"Need some help?" He asked.
"You offering?" I smiled. He was smart, so this could work out.
"Sure, come by my place later?" He smiled. I nodded and he wrote down his address for me.
After school I got a ride to his house. I knocked on the door and real good looking guy answered.
"Hey can I help you?" He smiled.
"Yeah Ponyboy’s gonna tutor me," I laughed pointing at my math book.
"I’ll go get him, my names Sodapop," he let me in then disappeared down the hallway.
"Oh hey Y/N," Ponyboy smiled.
"Hey, ready to get learning?" I winked. He laughed.
"Don’t have too much fun kids," Sodapop laughed.
When we got into Ponyboy’s room I asked him who Sodapop was.
"Oh him? That’s my brother," Ponyboy explained.
"He’s cute," I smirked.
His jaw got tight. “He’s not good at math.”
"Jealous?" I laughed. He blushed. For the next hour he broke down every angle of quadratic equations. It took a while but I was finally starting to get it.
"You better do well on that quiz tomorrow!" He called out to me as I left.
The next day in math we were taking our quiz. He smiled at me as our teacher passed them out.
"Okay I’ll have these graded by the end of the period," our teacher announced.
I was stressing, but the tips Ponyboy gave me really helped.
At the end of the period our teacher passed them back.
"Pony look!" I smiled turning my test to him. I got a 97.