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"Then what's x?"

I'm horrible at this. Math sucks so hard. I'm stressing out right now. I feel panic coming up, because I don't understand and Thursday is my final of this.

Dallas gives me a weird look. "It's 5, we just calculated that." Right. "Then... what's y?" I'm on the verge of tears. 

"Scar, stop this," he whispers and takes my trembling hands in his. I look up at him, feeling the tears in my eyes. He frowns. "Scar, let's just take another look at it, okay? Look, if you put 2x to this side, that makes 5x. You have to divide it with 5, because then you have x, yeah? If you do it at this side, do it at the other too. 25 divided by 5 is 5, which makes 5 is x."

I nod. I can do that.

"And y?" He gives me a smile. "Same thing, Scar. Just with another letter." I nod and calm my thoughts. It's actually really easy. "Okay, thank you."

I blush. I can't believe I almost cried because of math that's this easy. A knock on the door sounds. "Yes?" we both call, then start laughing.

Owen's head pops in. "Yeah, hi! I was just checking if you need my superbrains," he grins. I shake my head, making him out. Dallas swallows and looks down with big eyes. "Er... no, thanks."

Owen comes in anyways, tilting me and setting me down on his lap. "You can use my hugs then," he smiles and rests his head in the crook of my neck. I shrug, giggling. 

"We're almost done anyways. How late is it?" They stole our phones because it was 'distracting'. Like they don't have any trust in us. And they locked us in Jordan's office. Dallas thought it was funny, I think it's exaggerating.

"It's almost seven," he grins. My eyes widen. Seven? He grins again. "Almost five, darling. Whatcha gotta do?" he asks while shoving my book closer.

He frowns. "Wait— x isn't 5." Dallas' jaw drops. "It is! It literally is!" he yells and stands up, pointing at it. Owen chuckles. "It's not."

Dallas' eyes narrow. "It. Is." Owen grins at me before saying, "Not." Dallas scoffs and collects his books. "It so is. I'm out, Scar. See you at school?" I nod and smile. 

He walks out. I turn to Owen. "It's five, right?" He grins and nods. "Of course it is. Don't worry, you're doing good. What else you got?" 

I point at the two last pages and sigh. "Still those." He shrugs and quickly reads it. "Well, me and my superbrains can easily explain this. If you're not too stressed, of course, " he teases. I shake my head. "Get over with it."

I just want it to be done. He explains it in less than five minutes, and I understand it. Happy it's done, I snuggle into his chest. "Elijah is taking Dallas home," he tells me. I nod. I'm happy they're friends now, but all I care about currently is his warmth.

"Are you nervous about your finals Thursday?" he asks. Stress fills my body again. I groan, "Why did you mention that now?"

He hums. "I know something to forget your nerves." I still. Is he referring to what I think he is? He smirks when a blush creeps its way up to my cheeks. "It's a bit sad Elijah has to miss the show, isn't is?"

I nod, sheepishly. "We can wait?" I don't want to wait, the anticipation is rippling through my body. But that's not fair to Elijah, right?

He smirks. "Can we? I think we both need it. And the rest, too. We know this is important for you, all this studying. But we miss our hugs too." He pouts. I giggle. "We'll have all the hugs after graduation, cutie. It's just for a week."

He sighs, but nods. "A week is long, though." I roll my eyes, causing him to narrow his eyes. "Yeah, let's go," he nods and stands up, carrying me out of the office.

I squeal, he's heading right to that weird room of them. The door opens. My eyes widen when I see Jordan, Aaron and Ethan sitting there. My eyes narrow at Ethan. "This was your idea, wasn't it?"

He just grins. He's so horny.

Owen gently lies me down on the bed. "Hey, darling. Are you okay with something new?" he softly asks. I nod, smiling, kissing his lips. I'm pretty new to this, so almost everything will be new. Well, except what Ethan has done earlier.

Maybe he wants to try that? "Maybe it's not new—" "It is, sunbeam. Believe me," Aaron grins from the couch. I cock an eyebrow. How does he know? I frown.

"Wait. You really did watch?" No. They grin. I glare at Ethan. He chuckles. "Princess, you loved it." I blush and look away.

He's not wrong...

I look at Owen again, who's placing soft kisses in my neck. He's always so gentle... I love him for it. I cup his face in my hands. "I love you, Owen. Don't forget that."

His eyes meet mine before he looks away. "Gosh darn, why are you trying to make me cry when I'm about to fuck you? Jesus, Scarlett." I start giggling. "Silly."

Jordan chuckles. "Shall I take over?" Owen frowns and looks at him. He groans, "No. I've been waiting the whole ass afternoon for this, I'm getting it too."

I roll my eyes. This is so romantic...

Owen senses it and starts tracing my collarbones with sweet kisses. He intertwines one of my hands in his, and I like this way better. 

I moan when his kisses get faster. "Owen..." He stops and lifts his body over me, one brow cocked. "Hm? What did you say? I didn't get it right. It sounded an awful lot like... strike two?"

My jaw drops. He's in this too? Aaron sighs, happily. "Thank you! I wanted to do that ever since this afternoon."

An idea pops in my head and I frown, teasingly. "Yeah, but you couldn't give me one because I already got one. So that means..." I cock an eyebrow at Owen, who's frowning too.

"Son of a bitch. Aaron, the fuck was so important you had to give her a strike? Asshole," he grumbles. Aaron doesn't seem too happy either. 

"Believe me, if I could, I would get rid of it too." I smile, knowing I won this and that I'm safe. "But you can't."

*****

Jesus.

This shouldn't have taken this long to write

But I was just on the smut part when my mom came to sit next to me so yeah... AND THAT TWO DAYS STRAIGHT

Anyways...

x- N

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