"Stop messing around. You wanna pass right?" She laughs and flips her hair over my shoulder. She does that hair thing when she laughs. "Of course," I put her back on the ground and get out my textbook again. "How do you find slope?" she stares intently at me waiting on my answer. " You use the formula y2-y1/x2-x1," I smile at her knowing I'm right. She laughs at the face I make when she pulls out a geometry book. I hate geometry. "What? Don't like geometry?" she asks laughing. "NO! It's devil's math," I practically shout. I hate even hearing the word.