Ship Me Off [Completed]

CHAPTER NINE: Strike Three, You're Out!

CHAPTER NINE:  Strike Three, You’re Out!

I stared blankly at the board, still deciding whether it was written in English or in a very dead language. I flickered my eyes, hoping that I would be able to decipher everything, but still nothing.

“If you take this equation here, and substitute the values on the problem you’ll get…” Ms. Haynes blabbered. Yeah I totally got the first step. Second step was fine too. But then she decided to simplify the hell out of everything and boom goes my brain cells.  Why was I not blessed with mathematical abilities?

I studied everyone’s faces, noticing that they were either pretending to understand her or was just staring blankly at the board like I did. Huh, even the geekiest of the geeks were desperately trying to grasp her explanation.

“Ms. Morra, please finish the problem.” Ms. Haynes stared at me for the longest time, waiting for me to respond.

I gulped, thinking that I wouldn’t make it out this class alive. How on earth will I be able to answer it when I disregarded the whole problem just minutes ago?

But then, just like and answered prayer, the bell rang.

I let out a relieving sigh, thankful that it was over. Or at least I thought it was.

“Ms. Morra, I’m not done with you. We’ll continue this next meeting.”

“Fine.” I managed to say and quickly pulled out my phone to take a snapshot out of it. I was too lazy to copy everything anyway.

When I stepped out the room, someone tugged my arm, pulling me from everyone else.

“Hey!” I complained and noticed that it was Cameron with an alarming expression.

“Emergency,” he told me.

“Life or death emergency, or just the average I-need-to-know-her-name emergency?”

“Wow I hate it when you know me that much,” Cameron remarked.

“I say the same to you.” I told him.

“So yeah, moving on.” He cleared his throat. “She has neck length jet black hair, small delicate face, eyes that could paint a thousand sunsets, a smile that could melt my heart into molten lava and—“

“Okay stop.” I stopped him before he goes all poetic. And trust me you don’t want to hear him at that state. “I know her name.”

“Great! Now tell me—“

“But you have to do me a favor.”

“Whoa slow down Addy.” He said. “I’m not sure whether to be happy or to be alarmed by the fact that you’re starting to think a lot like me.”

“Yeah, you’re pretty contagious.” I remarked. “So will you do it or not?”

“Fine.” He gave in. “Just tell me her name.”

“Kaye Turner.” I answered.

“Kaye Turner.” He sighed. I snapped my finger at him, wanting to pull him back to reality.

“Ehem.” I cleared my throat, reminding him he still owes me a favor.

“Oh right. What is it?”

“I need you to answer this.” I pulled out my phone to show him the problem earlier. He stared intently at the screen, his brows furrowed, not sure if he was really thinking of an answer.

“Two hundred forty five.” He finally said.

“What?”

“I said two hundred and forty five.”