Nara
Today is Friday, and we finish school around five o'clock because our math teacher assigned us extra work. Mya and I are the last ones to leave class because I couldn't solve 'basic' calculus. There is nothing basic about calculus. It's challenging for me. In fact, math is hard for me. "Mr. Cain has it in for you and, in extension, me," I complain, hating that I had to spend an extra four hours in class. There is so much tension between her and our math teacher; everyone can feel it.
"The truth is..." She looks around to see if anyone is close by. "I lied about my age and let him f**k me... It happened last year," she confesses, and I gasp, covering my mouth. That is so illegal.
"Mr. Cain is in his thirties!" I hiss.
"And HOT. But we were at a bar, we were vibing, and th
