Extra Math Guy Novels & Stories

One knife + 48 stabbings = one bloody death. . . . 03894690286029 348560294862 = 49862 = 0495682430 = 5823409582340958240968246875968725698276 – 7 . . . Being a genius meant I carefully planned every execution. Chopped-up pieces of my math teacher were immediately relocated to the math storeroom. Storeroom filled with textbooks and math teacher remains + 1 liter of gasoline = manageable fire. Result: Evidence destroyed. One less number to count.

I just finished going back to that sample problem so it's still fresh in my memory. Teacher Anthony smiled and nodded. "You did get the answer, but do you know what the shorter and faster solution to this math problem is?" I looked up at him. "I don't. How to do it, Sir?" A smile spread across Teacher Anthony’s lips and he taught me the shortest and fastest math trick. I was still dazzled to see how he got the answer to just two solutions. The one in the book took five more solutions before getting the right answer.

Three. Two. One And it's time for lunch!!!! "And don't forget to complete the assignment" Mr McLain said. This man sure deserved an award for making an hour look like a year. I loved math, i always made As when it came to math but I had to admit, the class was boring and too long. Mr McLain was a great guy but how could a man be stuffed with boredom. I didn't mean to sound harsh but sometimes, you have to be honest.

“You have so much space here, Gavin. It’s so big—you could accommodate another house and even a garden.” Keira stood against the railings, slowly raising one leg and brushing it against her thigh. Instantly, I looked away to Coach. He seemed very happy to have finally found a tutor. “She’s been tutoring math for over five years and will be helping you. You’ve got barely two weeks until the makeup test, right?” he asked, cracking his knuckles. Clearing my throat, I answered, “Yes, Coach.” Coach glanced at his wristwatch, his eyebrows furrowing. “I need to leave now.”

"Archer being a fucking asshole, as usual." Oak chuckles. "After almost six years at this school together, I'd think the two of you would have got used to each other's bullshit by now." I sigh heavily and run a hand across the back of my neck. "Any news yet on a replacement for math?" Oak knows I hate fucking math, and he twisted my arm to cover it, but my patience is wearing thin. "A few leads, but you might need to give me until after Sring Break." "That's four weeks from now, for fuck's sake."

he added. I elbowed him in the rib cage. "If you don't want my help…" "No, I do. I have seventy-eight percent in this class," he said. I finished my worksheet before anyone else, and then spent the rest of the class going over hyperbolas and parabolas with him. "I can't believe you're already done," Ethan said. "You really are a nerd." "Shut up," I said. "You're just jealous because I'm smart. Oh my god, did you know Mrs. Firn asked me if I wanted to be in the mathletes club the other day?"

It still does, a little. Now I'm sitting on the living room floor with my back against the couch, trying to study for my placement test. They have Killian helping me because apparently he has the best grades. He's so smart, and I hope some of it rubs off on me. He's sitting across from me surrounded by papers, explaining something called algebra. I'm hanging on his every word. Multiplication and division were easy enough to pick up, but this? This feels impossible. "Try the next problem and let's see how you do," he says, sliding the paper and calculator toward me. His patience hasn't worn out yet, but I feel guilty for not getting it faster.

They have a very good and envious relationship. Thea felt a sort of feeling that she couldn't explain. She actually wanted to be with them. They were good friends and Thea lacked this kind of feeling in her life. It feels so good to have friends...! Meanwhile, getting back to the boys' dorm, Aaron was reviewing the math notes that Mr. Thomas had given it to him. Mr. Thomas had been teaching maths to all the junior classes, and Thea had impressed him today by solving four variations of a complex equation on the board.

ELIANA It's noisy and crowded as we walk down the hallway, most of the students happy that the school day is finally over. Well, I’m one of them because today felt longer and exhausting from the endless lectures and quizzes. I heave a deep sigh when I give it a thought.. “I swear Mr. Thomas didn’t have good intentions today.” I complain,adjusting the backpack that's hanging on my left shoulder and the books in my hands Mr. Thomas is our math teacher and he's usually one of the best because he's understanding and friendly. However, today he gave us a lot of exercises to work on compared to other days and he was a little grumpy.

"Holy crap, that's impossible! How can a guy get pregnant?" Tyler blurted this out instinctively and snatched the report from the doctor's hands. My eyes went wide as I muttered under my breath, "Impossible. Absolutely impossible." "What's there to argue about? See for yourself. The baby's three months along. You can already see its shape clearly. What an adorable little thing." Dr. Stevens pointed at the ultrasound image on the report, barely concealing her glee.