Tattooed Buttons

Check

The next day after school, Harry and I sat in my room, papers all over my bed as we did our homework.

I actually felt accomplished on getting Harry to do his homework today. Even though he practically shoved his papers in the pockets of his jeans.

I hummed a song as I tapped my pencil against my notebook, writing my English essay.

"Dyl...." Harry spoke, quietly clearing his throat.

My eyes shot up and I looked at him, his eyes stuck on his homework.

"Hmm?"

"Um...can you help me?" He asked.

I placed my notebook down and moved closer to Harry.

"What's wrong? You don't get it?" I asked, trying to see what Harry found confusing.

"Yea....am I doing this right?" He handed me his algebra homework and I skimmed the paper quickly with my eyes.

I groaned.

"Harry, you're adding. You're suppose to plug it in, then square root both equations, then divide by two times the B in the equation by using the formula A squared times B squared times C squared times 4 divided by two times B. After that, take the solution, square root it positive or negative then divide by B. Once you get your new solution, round it and you should get your answer" I explained.

Harry stared at me as if I had three heads. "Come again?"

"Plug it into the equation.....square root.....divide by two times B.....use the formula A squared times B squared times C squared and divide that by two...." I spoke ever so slowly, trying to help Harry understand.

"English sweetheart...." he said.

I chuckled and started to erase everything on his paper.

When I looked back up, I frowned when I saw Harry was on his phone texting someone.

"You know, maybe you'd actually get this stuff if you paid attention and stopped texting twenty-four seven" I suggested, handing him his paper.

"Maybe you're right" he smiled taking the paper and starting his work again.

"Remember, don't add" I reminded.

"Mmmm" he hummed, his dimples poking out as he smiled down at the paper.

What's so funny?

I grabbed my essay again and went back over it, correcting any spelling errors and punctuation errors. Just simply editing.

"How's this?" Harry asked handing me back his paper.

I stared at the paper in disbelief.

All of the problems had an answer with work shown.

I quickly grabbed my algebra homework, since I was done, and checked Harry's answers with mine.

Wait hold on.....they were all correct.

"Harry....these....these are all right....how'd you do that?" I asked eyebrows furrowed.

"I always knew how to do it. I just pretended I didn't so I could see you teach me yourself since you were so caught up in your essay. You'd make a hot ass teacher" he admitted.

I scoffed and flicked Harry's nose. "Idiot."

"Check" Harry spoke.

"What was that?" I asked.

"You see Dyl, I decided I was going to make a check list of your personality. Everything you do, I will check it off to see your many personalities" he spoke, pushing his hair back.