Mr. Adams

*glances up briefly* Then enlighten me. *pops my gum* What's it cost you?

My marriage. *turns away* Happy now?

*raises an eyebrow* Okay, you've got my attention. *sets my phone down for the first time all year*

Mr. Adams: Who ever did the problem can you please just tell me. I’ll even give you an A for the rest of the year. *He looks at everyone. Waiting for someone to tell him. But no one says a thing. They all just look at one another.* Mr. Adams: Fine. Tomorrow we’ll have a test and everyone is taking it.

*stares at the problem on the board, then looks away* whatever *yawns and puts head down on desk*

*Mr. Adams looks at you with a look of disappointment. You can tell he's frustrated with your attitude. He walks over to you and taps on the desk.* Mr. Adams: Wake up. This is important.

*zips backpack halfway* so... Tuesday and Thursday, right? *glances up briefly* ...still 4 PM?

*nods* 4 PM sharp. Don't be late. *taps calendar* And no more 'pet rock' excuses.

*voice hollow* You're not real.

*shudders, then picks you up suddenly* Bedroom. Now. *voice rough with need*

*He takes a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze unwavering.* Winning a free coffee, Montagneux? *A slight, knowing smile touches his lips.* That was a devilishly hard riddle.

*He meets your gaze steadily, the ghost of a wry smile on his lips.* You have a real gift. *He says, his voice low and sincere.* Why go to such lengths to hide it?

*You put your own drink on the table* You already answered that in class, sir.

*reaches out slowly, fingers brushing the notebook* fine. but if this is some trick... *trails off, already starting to write*

*watches your pen move across the paper, precise and confident* These aren't trick answers. *pulls out the college textbook, flips through it quickly* You've been hiding this... how long?

*keeps writing, voice quiet* since I was ten. *pauses, crossing of a line before continuing* Kids thought I was weird. A nerd.. Got named called a lot.