Seriously, what’s the point of math anyway? 

There was truly no reason for me to ever take math since I’d been dead set on being a performer since age six. I’ll stand by this until I die, there is no point in taking classes that have nothing to do with whatever we want to do in the future. 

I mean why did I need to know what the formula was for finding the derivative of an integral? 

Absolutely no point in any of-  

Did someone just tap on my shoulder? Oh. Yeah, they did.

I turned around, “yeah?”

“Do you have a piece of gum?”

Seriously, dude, I’m in the middle of a rant about my hatred for math. 

I searched my bag and there, at the very bottom, I found an old pack of gum.

I turned back around, “Here, it only has a few pieces but I don’t eat gum so you can have it.”

He took the gum and smiled at me, “I think I love you.”

 Don’t I know this kid? Hold up, what did he just say?

“Save the love declarations for later Blue. Red, do you have the answer for number 7?”

My friend Green snickered from her seat behind me to the right. Redder than usual and freaking out a little bit since last I checked we were still on number 3, I answered “12?”

The boy, Blue, whispered. “It’s a multiple-choice question…”

I sighed, “Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”

Our teacher shook his head, “Right well-” 

Green was practically red from holding in her laughter, red was my color. Would her betrayals never stop? I flipped back and glared at her.

“Green, perhaps you know the answer?”

Blue whispered, “D.”

“C,” Green answered confidently.

“Close! D is the correct answer because…”

“How did you know that?” I questioned, leaning back slightly so he could hear me.

“He has the answers up on the board.”

I looked up and sure enough, instead of the blank version of the worksheet we normally used, the teacher had been presenting the version of the worksheet with his work and the answers circled.

After a moment, Blue spoke again, “Thanks for the gum, Red.”

“Sure,” I answered, internally shocked he remembered my name. I hadn’t had a class with him since freshman year.

 Green tsked at me and I glanced back as she wiggled her eyebrows and nodded towards him. I stared blankly at her as she made silly motions at me.

I shook my head and turned back. “Can I go to the bathroom?” I asked

“Go ahead,” the teacher sighed. 

I felt bad for interrupting him but I needed to get out of there before Green decided that she wanted to ask Blue out on my behalf.

So she can tell me to ask out random people, but she can’t ask out Orange?

 I practically ran out into the hallway, searching for a bathroom. But that’s not important. What’s important is one thing, one question. 

I mean, be honest, who needs math anyway?