Math Class Chapter 1

Frank slammed his books down on the concrete-looking desk and threw himself in his chair. He plucked his iPod out of his pocket and quickly adjusted the ear-buds to where he could hear nothing but the blood in his ears. He pressed the play button and laid his head down while he slowly went deaf because of the volume of his music. But he didn't care. It was math class, and he had better things to do. Frank had started to dose off when a sharp poke jolted him upright. A man with jet-black hair, a pale, strong face, and bright hazel eyes looked at him coolly. Frank angrily popped an ear-bud out.

"What do you want?" Frank asked, annoyed. The man simply said "Humph" and walked towards the front of the room. He was dressed in a way that wasn't casual nor formal, more like the bastard child of the two with his crisp white dress shirt and black vest, red tie, dark form-fitting slacks, and those all black Converse that Frank was sure he had in his closet.

"Fuck you," he mumbled and laid his head back down. He heard the man sigh but wasn't disturbed again.

"Okay, guys, I'm sure you all heard about what happened to Mr. Crump," Frank felt all of 44 eyes in the classroom focus on him. He remembered fondly at what accident had came upon dear old Mr. Crump. "And I am your new teacher, Mr. Way. And just to set my standard, I don't go for high school girls so hit on the history teacher or something. I live and breathe math but I don't exactly expect all of you to. I actually don't give a fuck whether you like math or not, just that you end the year knowing more than you did today. Any questions?" Mr. Way asked over the small buzz that had developed after his introduction. Frank lifted his head some.

"So I'm assuming that means you're into high school boys?" he asked loudly. The class laughed but gradually stopped as they saw little to no reaction from Mr. Way.

"I'm sorry, did I imply that? Well, you're a little too asshole-ish for my tastes but in a one night stand I might pay for that," he remarked sassily. The class 'oooh'-ed as they awaited Frank's response. Frank simply glared at the teacher and slumped his head back down onto his desk with a subtle "Faggot." slipped in. Frank slipped into a light sleep while Mr. Way continued with his introduction. Not fifteen minutes after Frank had slipped into a slumber had a sharp poke between his shoulder blades rattled him again. He whipped up and stared Mr. Way right in the eye.

"I would appreciate it if you'd stay awake during my lesson, Iero, unless you want detention in my room today?" he said calmly. Frank was still groggy so he didn't put up a fight. He settled his chin onto his forearm and watched as the teacher started to write a lengthy equation on the board.

"Frank, know what this is?" he asked from the chalkboard. Frank shook his head. Mr. Way pursed his lips. "Do you know who drew up this equation?" Frank once again shook his head.

"Well then I guess we have a way to go then, eh? Well this is the Pythagorean Theorum which was invented by Pythagoras to find either the hypotenuse or side of a triangle. As you can see, the equation is A to the second power plus B to the second power equals C to the second power..." Mr. Way rambled on about something the class had actually already learned but Frank had never found the reason to pay attention. So Mr. Way continued on with the lesson as slowly the seconds slithered into minutes and the last bell of the day rang, freeing Frank from his mental prison cell. Frank quickly snatched up his stuff and left before Mr. Way could even look at him. Finally, he got to look around the classroom, but saw that Frank had already left. He chuckled softly to himself, realizing how much of a painful pleasure that boy could and will be.

"The best pills will always be harder and painful to swallow," he declared to himself.