Latif’s Pov
Mr. Ibrahim, may I speak with you for a moment?
I halt in my tracks, wave the boys off, and turn to my math teacher, Mr. Steinman. He’s definitely my favorite teacher—probably in his fifties, with grey hair and a cheerful smile. Plus, math is my favorite subject.
"Absolutely, sir."
"I need a favor from you. One of our students could use some assistance, and since you’re my brightest student, would you be willing to tutor her?"
That was 34 words, but who's counting?
"Sure thing, sir," I reply, knowing I can't really refuse. As the student body president, it's my responsibility to help out.
"Who is she, sir?"
"Her name is..."
"With all due respect, sir, I’m here to learn math, not how to throw punches."
I pivot and find myself staring at Mavis, who is casually leaning a
