Love is a Drug

I was walking to school...early of course. It was about a 10 minute walk from my house but I still liked going at 7 am every day. I had on navy blue converse, light blue skinny jeans, and an old green tee shirt that said,"Pie is for eating, but Pi is 4 living" Cheesy right? I had long black hair and big black glasses that covered half my face. I had a giant backpack, as usual, because I had to study for my math test today...not that I needed to. I was walking on the sidewalk as a black motorcycle passed by obviously over te speed limit. What a delinquent, I thought.
I walked into Homeroom and saw my friend Derek there.
"Dang it!" I said and pounded my fist on the desk where I sat, "Will you EVER let me win?"
"Still the first person to get to school everyday" he said cooly,"Wanna go over homework? I had trouble with problem number 17"
"Well maybe if you weren't planning how early to get to school, you would've understood it better." I said in a sassy tone. I explained to him that problem, which was reasonably easy and I went to my locker. I got all my stuff for the day since I don't like fidgeting with the lock in-between classes. As I got my books out I saw a male, around my age in all black walking towards me.
I quickly worked out the weak points of his body in case he attacked me. Hey, I'm paranoid sometimes. As he came up to me, I realized that he just wanted to get to his locker witch was right next to mine. I let out a sigh. As I closed my locker, I took a look at the decorations in his locker. There were photos of different groups of some sort with instruments and they wore all black too. I suppose he caught me staring because he said,"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he said smirking as he shut his locker. Well that was rude, I thought. But what I was doing was rude too, wasn't it?
I decided not to think about it too much as I went back to Homeroom to review the rest if my math homework.
DURING MATH CLASS
I took my seat, front and center in the classroom. Ahhh, my favorite subject! As I took out my lucky pencil for the test, Mr.Wattson said,"I have postponed the test for next week since the printer is not working. So hand in your homework please." I heard the class whisper,"Yes!!"
I passed up my homework as he wrote a problem on the board. I wrote it down and solved it faster than he did.
"What is the answer?" he asked. I shot my hand up like a bullet. He ignored it.... I looked around, some students were sleeping, some were scribbling furiously in their notebooks and some just didn't care. Mr.Wattson picked on a random person. "Miss Elizabeth Jones, what is the answer?"
"Shouldn't you know? You're the teacher." she said.
"Does anyone know the answer except for Genevive?" he asked desperately as I was still the only person with my hand up. I heard snickering and I slowly put my hand down and brushed the side of my hair in embarrassment.
"Mr. Evan Dylans... I'm sure you would love to answer the question!" said Mr.Wattson. I looked at the dark corner where Mr.Wattson was staring. I saw the same boy whose locker I saw. He had his skull hoodie on and he slowly looked up, cleared his throat and said,"The answer is 65748.233"
Everyone suddenly turned their attention to Mr.Wattson who said,"Correct" I was shocked! He didn't have a notebook or a pencil. I bet he hasn't even looked up from that desk...well EVER! How would he know this?? The rest of the math class was blurred out since I argued about my suspicions.
The rest of the day was a blur too. Then, after school I went to Mr.Wattson's room to ask if I could maybe help check the class's homework. Luckily he said yes. As I sat down and checked some people's homework, I finally got to Evan's homework. I checked, double checked, and even triple checked everything, I was in utter shock and disbelief. It was perfect! And I was goingto get to the bottom of it.
I went to my locker and found him at his. I marched up to him and asked,"How do you do it?"
"How do I do what?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.
"You don't pay attention in class and yet your're a math genius!" I was aggravated, and I didn't know why. He chuckled to himself and said,"I'll show you tomorrow, after school"
I was uncertain about this, I didn't want to ruin my perfect study habits.
"It's a study da-, uh, study um meeting" I said nervously and sped walked away. I actually had a math tutor who is the boy in the corner.