Chloe’s POV
“How is that the answer?” Dera frowned as she compared our calculus work sheets.
I shook my head at her and faced the teacher despite having heard the bell for change of period go off. Students had started gathering their things to leave when the calculus teacher slammed his huge textbook on the desk and called their attention to himself.
“We’ll have a competitive quiz in the next class, I feel like some healthy competition will increase your willingness to improve,” there was a tinge of disappointment in his voice, probably due to the poor scores other students had gotten in recent classes.
“I’ll need you to choose a boy and a girl to represent you, but you have a few days to figure that out so choose wisely,” he was already halfway through the door.
Eagerly, I jumped to
