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Elena's pov:

Did I ever tell how much I hated Maths?

It was one of the subjects which gave me extreme anxiety, one way or the other.

The teacher had introduced me to the class, showcasing me as a piece of object and I'd gave out fake smiles after another.

That had given me more anxiety, but now that had been gone and I was completely settled in the back with no one as my bench mate.

I sigh for the hundredth time, before glancing back at the clock which hadn't moved an inch from the last two decades.

Can't this go any faster?

Is this even normal?

"You look like you'll pass out at any minute," a sweet light voice muttered from behind me. "Actually, count me in. Miss Lovings is too boring."

I stifled a chuckle before I turned around my seat and found the prettiest girl alive. She was tan-skinned, with perfect green eyes and freckles adorning her face and oh! she was a red-head too.

Quite perfect, if I'd say.

"Her way of teaching maths is not up to my level and why does she look like dyin