You weren't very good at math, you just can't understand what are you supposed to do with all those xs and ys, all those numbers just can't find the right place in your head. If we add the fact that you're a bit dyslexic you could be failing math.
There's one nerd in your class, Marcel, that knows maths like he knows the back pocket of his baggy pants. Nobody really likes him, people think he's weird and ugly. Others only talk to him when they want to copy his homework. But you had a better plan.
A bell rang ending the last class before the two hour break you had every Thursday.
You waited for everybody to get out of the classroom so you could get a chance to talk to Marcel.
"Hi."
He lifted his head and looked at you. He started to look around the classroom to make sure you were really talking to him.
"H-hey." He added quietly. He just continued putting his books in his bag.
You came closer to him.
"Marcel, I would like to ask you something."
He lifted his head again, looked in your eyes and cleared his throat.
"Sure."
"Well you probably heard that I could fail maths. I really don't understand anything, and I can't learn all the lectures by myself. I know that you're a math genius ...so I was thinking that maybe, if you haven't got any plans, you could help me study for my corrections?" You looked at him with the cutest look you could pull out, you really needed his help.
He cleared his throat again and fixed his collar.
"Well I don't actually have any plans, I'd be happy to help you."
You smiled and felt relieved. Finally you'll understand something.
"Thank you so much, Marcel, you have no idea how much it means to me!"
"It's no problem. Do you want me to help you today? We still have two hours to study before the next class."
"Sure, where do you want to start?"
"The equations. You know, you're the first person that actually asked me to explain something, not to copy my homework."
You couldn't help but smile.
And so he started to explain every part of lectures you had to write exam in.
Unfortunately, he was still going too fast, you couldn't follow. You totally mixed up equations with something else. You couldn't divide a simple number even though you wrote it all down several times. You realized it's because of your dyslexia but you were to ashamed to admit it. At some point your head started to hurt like it's going to explode. You grabbed your head with both hands and reclined on the desk. Marcel stopped with his explanation.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked with visible concern on his face.
You couldn't take it anymore, you got up and ran out of the classroom. You didn't stop until you got to the ladies' room. You sat on the floor, leaned on the tiled wall. You started crying, nothing could stop you. School finally broke you down, you were so scared of failing maths, and thinking you could actually learn it from Marcel only made it worse. He knew it so well, if you could only understand what he was saying for the last 45 minutes. You only concentrated on his voice, it was beautiful. While he was solving an equation you would just close your eyes and listen to his deep, raspy voice. Nobody ever notices him unless they want to make him look like a no lifer. It's not fair, Marcel is such a nice guy, he didn't deserve those beat ups and mocking. you would never do that to him. You cried so hard now that your nose was running, but you didn't care, you didn't have the strength to get up and take a tissue. Suddenly you heard someone calling your name, someone appeared on the bathroom door. Marcel saw you there, broken on the floor and ran to you.
"What happened? I was worried sick about you." He said.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!"
"What is?"
"I'm stupid! I can't understand a simple equation! I can't even divide two simple numbers! I'm so sorry you got stuck with a stupid student like me! You should teach someone who would at least understand what you're saying!" You said trough tears and sobs. He was looking at you like you were about to faint.
"It's not your fault. Maybe you have some studying disor-"
"I'M DYSLEXIC!" You shouted. "I...I was just too ashamed to admit it." You continued crying. Marcel got up and in a second folded some toilet paper and handed it to you. You blew your nose into it, then Marcel sat in front of you and wiped your tears of your face with his hand.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Just don't let the disorder to take over the control of your life. You have to learn to control it. And don't be upset about not being able to follow the lectures, teachers understand if you have a problem and need help. If you want, I can stay with you every day and we can revise all the lectures from that day so you can understand everything."
You were staring at his eyes the whole time he was talking. They were gorgeous. Like a deep green ocean waiting for you to jump in it. You reached for his glasses with your hand, took them off and said "You have beautiful eyes." He smiled and said "You too, just don't ruin them with tears. How about we go back to the classroom?" You nodded.
When you got to the classroom you only had half an hour for the rest of the lecture. He didn't mention your disorder, he understood you when you said you wanted to keep it a secret. He didn't even mention maths, or school. You just talked about random things. He made you laugh so much, how doesn't he have friends? In the end of the break, you started to imagine how it would be to kiss Marcel. His lips were just calling your name. They were perfect. He stopped talking so you just used your chance. You pressed your lips on his, pulling him in for a long kiss. You felt relieved that he retorted the kiss. He was an excellent kisser, you felt the passion growing. He took off his glasses and you used your hands to go trough his hair. When you backed off you saw he was truly beautiful. He looked so happy, he was just glowing. His eyes were sparkly, lips were red, a gorgeous smile spread on his face. And his hair was just a perfect curly mess. "So I see you're feeling better now." He said with a smirk. "Good observation, maybe you could write an essay about this." You kissed him again, but this time, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You realized you fell in love with this nerd. When the bell rang you suddenly backed off and grabbed your stuff. "I'll be late for biology." you said. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?" He asked. "I don't think so, what did you have in mind?" He started biting his lower lip saying "Well I thought if maybe you'd like to go to the movies with me?" A huge smile appeared on your face. He's asking you out! "Sure, I'd love to." you said, blew him a kiss and went out of the classroom. The last thing you needed is a detention for being late.