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THEY SAY THAT THE WAY TO A MAN'S heart was their stomach, which on my part was true. And I'm expecting Art to be the same. That's why I'm going to pass that math exam and take Art to dinner and I didn't lie about thanking him through dinner.
Art's teaching really helped me understand. I don't know if our instructor doesn't know how to discuss or maybe Art was really good in teaching.
I kinda feel nervous when I entered the classroom and saw our math instructor watching us going inside while holding papers which I bet were the test papers.
I sat on my seat trying to recall the formulas and how to freaking derive them. The last time I studied was last night at the library and I never skimmed my notes again. Was what Art told me. It was better to study a few hours or a day before the exam so I could rest my brain.
I get my calculator when our instructor start to distribute the test papers in the front lines. We have one and a half hour examination and the rest half hour will be spend for checking our papers and recording.
I could hear pens clicking during the exam. The sound of raping the calculator's buttons and some were even dropping them at the floor making a loud thudding noise. Surprisingly, the exam wasn't that hard at all. I remembered all the things that Art told me and some questions that he made me answer were similar to the test.
I was the second one who passed the papers and our instructor immediately checked my paper personally and so was Chester's paper.
He handed Chester's paper and I saw his almost perfect score. He's the top one of our class. I'm not surprised anymore. I raised both my eyebrows when Mr. Huber looked at me in the middle of checking my paper.
"You studied hard, Mr. Carver." He said and handed my paper back before he recorded my score.
"Not so hard, sir. I just studied well. I believe studying hard can make you go crazy." I said making him chuckle.
"Indeed, Mr. Carver. You can both get out since I've recorded your scores." Mr. Huber said and I glanced at Peter who was scratching his nape before I went outside with Chester.
I didn't look at my paper yet and went to my locker before I looked at it and I almost screamed when I saw my score.
"Yes!" I pumped my fist in the air. I've got eighty-three out of one hundred! I couldn't wait to tell Art about it. I glanced at my watch and I still have forty minutes to find him before my next class starts.
I closed my locker and searched for Art. I went to the library and there just as I thought, I saw him reading another book. I sat opposite to him and he didn't even paid any attention to me. He was so focus with the book about economics. I wanted to see his face while reading but his hair was blocking it from my view and I couldn't clearly see his eyes because of his glasses.
I blocked the page he was reading with my hand making him glared at me. I chuckled when his face changed from glare to frown when he recognized me.
"You're too focus." I said, pulling my hand back. "I thought I would see you here, and I did."
"Then, what brought you here?"
I grinned and handed him my test paper which was folded in half. "My test result." I said.
Art grabbed the paper and unfold it. I frowned when he chuckled softly and hearing him chuckle was new to me. And that smile on his face was. . . rare. I wish I could pull my phone and snap a photo before he went back into a poker faced Art.
"Eighty-three!" He said. "You did it." Art handed me back my paper.
"You did it? That's it?" I said, disappointed. I thought he would praise me for passing.
"What do you want me to say then?"
"I don't know." I said, sulking. When Art raised his hand and placed it on top of my head, ruffling my hair slowly.
"Good job. . . Scott." He said, smiling. My eyes were slightly huge in surprise and my heart suddenly beat faster from that action.
I could still feel the weight of his hand on my head even though he already withdrew it.
"What?" I snapped when I heard him said in confusion. "Why're you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"As if you saw a ghost!"
"Yes! Your ghost." I grinned and I could see his eyes under his glasses and hair, rolling. "So, dinner tonight."
"Why do you insist to have dinner with me?" He frowned.
"Because I promised, right? And didn't I said it was a thank you for teaching me." Art just looked at me. "Six thirty, I will go to your house, so—" I rummaged my bag and pulled my notebook "—give me your address." I smiled.
"You're not doing that. Just tell me the place and let's just meet there."
"C'mon, don't be shy."
He wrinkles his forehead. "I'm not shy!" And I chuckled.
"Fine, I'll text you the place then." I stood just when I felt my phone vibrated on my pocket. It was Peter looking for me. I excited the library with one last glance at Art and it caught my breathe away when I saw him looking at me. We both looked away at the same time.
I placed my hand on my chest and I could feel the slight change of my heart beat. That was crazy.
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