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7. Baka

"Morning, Ali, Lily, and Lana," he said stopping in front of the row the three of us were seated on.

Smiling, Ali slapped his palm against Everett's. "Hey, man."

He exchanged a friendly smile with Lily when she said, "Good morning, Everett."

Afterward, he looked at me like he was suspecting a greet but I dropped my gaze down to my notebook instead and began solving the math problem I had started yesterday. He took the only empty seat in the row. The one next to me. Again.

Fucking hell.

Before Everett came, Ali and Lily sat together with me but realizing I was too good at giving off an intimidating vibe and just wanted to be left we alone, they didn't try including me in their conversations.

Unfortunately, Everett had to sit next to me both during maths and physics, and I knew Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays would be the worst because those days I had one period of English literature, three hours of advanced physics and then two hours of maths. Basically, I had to spend the majority of three whole school days every week seated next to this guy until he got sick of this school and finally left.

After the teacher had given us assignments, Lily, to Everett's right started quietly discussing and solving the problem together with him and Ali.

"What do you think, Lana?" When Everett kept asking me that question every so often, I realized he was trying to make room for me to speak and to engage in their conversation. 

I kept on nodding and murmuring quiet replies, but when he asked me the fifth time, I was starting to get annoyed and the words sped out of my mouth. "This equation doesn't have a solution. If you solve it, the x will be zero. Dividing a number with zero is bullish-"

Arms crossed over his chest, Mr. Wayne arched a stern eyebrow at me.

"-Invalid," I mumbled.

Staring at me, Ali, Lily, and Everett blinked.

"Very good, Lana. Now, I'll help out Ali and Lily. Lana, why don't you walk Everett through it."

"No."

Mr. Wayne ignored. Of course, he did.

While Mr. Wayne turned stepped over to Lily and Ali, Everett turned his head in my direction and his warm brown eyes met mine. That long piece of his hair still concealed his right eye.

"Could you help me out?"

I wasn't good at explaining things. Words had never been my strongest point. They made sense in my head but when they left my mouth, they were a dysfunctional mess.

He stared at me, waiting for a response. His eyes were so foreign to me. They didn't hold any pity, fear, or hatred. Instead, they were filled with gentle kindness.

"Baka," I muttered, tearing my gaze off him.

"What?" He chuckled. "What does that mean?"

When I didn't answer, he sighed and asked. "Can you at least tell me what language it is, so I can google translate it later?"