Yknow, only the most cliche anyone x logan plot

Ship: Analogical
AU: Highschool
TW: disappointing ending

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[Virgil POV]

I stared at my paper in confusion. It was only November, and already I was failing Geometry. I already regret joining this class. I could've just stuck with Basic Math 9, but noooo, I had to go all advanced to impress my crush.

I did fine with Algebra back in middle school. I thought I'd do fine here.

Obviously I was wrong.

Our teacher keeps saying things like "If you need help, just ask!" But honestly, was don't think she means it.

I raise my hand anyway.

Ms. Rando (which is actually her name, ironically) walked over to my desk and sighed, "What is it Virgil?"

"Why would you square root the c if-"

"Virgil, for the final time, it's in your notes." That's always her response, but there never is a final time.

"I'm sorry," I hiss quietly, "But our notes don't explain why."

She kneeled so she was eye-level with me, "I will not have you talk to me like that, young man. Next time, and it's detention." She always says that, too, but I have never once seen her send anyone to detention.

I hissed at her after she walked away.

"Why do you even need to know why anyway?" Roman, who sat behind me, asked. I hissed at him louder.

I turned back to my paper and looked at the problem. I suppose Roman is right, I don't need to know why.

But as I continued on with the paper, I realized that, yes, I do. I do need to know why. A lot of the problems didn't make sense to me, and I didn't know what formula to use. We're supposed to have them memorized, but I can't memorize things if there's no why to.

I'll memorize the formula for the volume of a sphere and then get it confused with every other formula I have to memorize. Why is the the formula of a sphere? What differentiates it from any other formula?

I don't know if that thought process would make any sense to any teacher.

But maybe...

I looked over at Logan, who sat two seats to my right, and immediately turned away.

I couldn't do that.

Logan would understand my logic just as badly as every teacher does. I'd just be wasting his time. He probably wouldn't even want to tutor me. I'm a hopeless case.

Yet, I looked at Logan again. This time, he noticed and poked his head up from the paper he'd been staring at to look at me back. He raised an eyebrow at me and I turned away, flustered.

I joined this class to impress him, and now I'm considering asking him to be my tutor. What a dumbbell.

"Ok class," Ms. Rando started, "I'm passing out your homework now. Remember, if you need help, you can always reach me by email."

Yeah right.

I stuffed my homework in my backpack, not even caring if it got crumpled, and hopped out of my seat when the bell rang. Logan sits closer to the door, so he was already in the hallway by the time I got to the door.

Before I could overthink it or talk myself out of it, I grabbed Logan's shoulder and he turned to face me.

"Yes?" He asked.

I stood there, shocked that I even did anything.

Every time he looks me in the eye, this happens.

I'm frozen.

So I advert my eyes and force myself to speak, "I- uh- math... help..?"

Good going Virgil. Screwed it up again.

Logan gave me a small, understanding, smile and said, "You request I tutor you?" I nodded. "After school good for you?" I nodded. "My house?" I nodded. "Tonight?" I nodded. "Okay." I nodded.

He ripped out a page from a notebook and scribbled his address on it before handing it to me. "Just in case." He said before walking off.

Just in case.. what?

What the frick just happened?

"Move out the way emo!" Roman shouted as he pushed passed me. Yeah, it's probably not the best idea to be standing in the middle of the hallway during transition. I walked to my next class.

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After the final bell rang, I walked outside and looked at Logan's address. He lived on the opposite side of town, the more higher-income neighborhood. Of course, he's smart and rich.

I put some on music and and headphones in before starting down the unfamiliar path. I haven't walked two steps before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It was Logan.

Don't freeze up, don't freeze up, don't freeze up, don't-

"What's up?" I said casually.

I DID IT GUYS! I SPOKE I FULL SENTENCE TO LOGAN!

"Since you most likely do not know the route to my house," He said, "I'm going to walk with you there."

I nodded.

"Practical reasons." He mumbled.

We walked in silence down the first couple of roads.

I couldn't process the fact that Logan freaking Beri was walking alongside me.

This is so weird.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears since it was so quiet, but the silence was comforting. I didn't feel speechless, I just didn't say anything.

I glanced at him to see that he was pretty zoned out. I wonder what he was thinking about?

He's a lot taller than me. Like 5'7" . I'm pretty short of my age, so it's not a surprise he's taller. I've never noticed it before, though. I've never stood this close to him.

He stopped in front of a large, two-story house, with a light blue, slighty worn down exterior and beige window shutters.

A pretty house for a pretty boy.

He walked me in and we sat beside each other at his kitchen table.

I was sitting next to Logan Beri, and I wasn't panicking and/or screwing things up.

It's practically a miracle!

I took out my math homework and he scanned it over. "3D shapes." He said plainly, and I nodded. "What do you seem to be troubling in? If there's a certain area of 3D shapes you're not good at, we could focus there."

Gosh, he was so considerate...

"Uh- It's kinda complicated..." I said, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"That's fine." Logan said calmly, "Everyone struggles in something."

Do you, Logan?

"I... formulas." I said, "The formulas themselves are fine, but I can't find a way to link the formula to the shape or to the type."

He nodded slowly. "You need a why?"

"Exactly!" I said, a little too loudly, especially since I heard it echo back to me.

Logan chuckled. I felt my face heating up. I've never heard him chuckle before.

And he helped me. He told me that formulas for spheres and cylinders usually have π in them because π is the circumference of a circle, that there's two 2s in a rectangular prism's surface area formula because there's two of each type of side. He told me that l was different from l because it was slant height for triangles, rather than length of a rectangle.

He was so good at explaining. He kept his voice the same tone, but when he saw I understood something, you could tell he was proud. Whether he was proud of me or himself, I don't care. He was cute either way.

And at one point, I zoned out. I don't know what problem he was on and I didn't care. I was watching him explain math, somehow both monotone and passionate at the same time.

I watched his hair bounce as he nodded and his hands move as he pointed. I just took in his appearance while I had the chance.

And suddenly, out of no where, I had the urge to kiss him. To feel his lips on mine. I bet his lips were soft...

The thought caught me so off guard that I jolted backwards slightly.

"Virgil?" Logan said, turning to me, concerned. "Are you okay?"

I was no longer zoning out, I was zoning in. He was looking at me, with those beautiful deep blue eyes and perfectly aligned hair and-

I wanted nothing more in that moment than to jump up and kiss him.

But I couldn't do that, could I?

"Do you want to take a break?" Logan asked, and once again I was snapped out of my trance.

"Sorry." I said, not answering his question.

"It's fine." He said, "Math can be overwhelming sometimes."

It's not the only thing.

We sat there in silence, and part of me wished he'd go back to helping me with my homework, so I could see him all nice and passionate again.

"I've never understood you." He said out of the blue.

There's so many things I could've said, but I settled on "Me neither."

He looked at me and I looked at him.

He quickly grabbed my shirt collar and yanked me towards him, connecting our lips.

I was kissing Logan Beri, and I wasn't panicking and/or screwing things up!

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Published 3/31/20
Word Count 1543