27

Few hours had passed by.

At first Zachariah showed me that he had completed half of the project without me knowing, ofcourse.

His notes were detailed and the descriptions of the thesis was extra.

Then his mom had came by to pass us some snacks as we studied and surprisingly, I learned about a few topics but Maths was something I couldn't grasp my hands on.

For the past few minutes I was stuck on the very same question he had just taught me how to solve it moments ago. My brain being the slowest couldn't understand it at all.

A groan left my mouth as I banged my head against the table, “Stupid Maths. Who even fucking invented this piece of gross numbers.”

A chuckle brought me back from my depressed trance. Lifting my head up, I saw Zachariah looking at me from under his glasses with an amused expression.

An open book resting inbetween his hands.

“Having trouble?”

“What does it look like then? fun?” Grumbling, my eyes flickered back on the paper. The question making my patience slip awa