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The rhythmic tap of my pencil against the desk was the only thing keeping time as Amy Winehouseโs โRehabโ hummed softly in my ears. Math. My eternal nemesis. The quadratic equation on the page swam before my eyes, a chaotic dance of numbers that mocked my very existence.
โWhich expression represents the quotient: (y^2 - 4y - 32) / (y + 4)?โ I muttered, grabbing my calculator with a sigh.
Just as I was about to dive into the labyrinth of algebraic operations, my textbook vanished. I gasped, spinning around to find Edward, a smirk playing on his lips, flipping through the pages.
โWow, 10th-grade algebra. You must be tired?โ he teased, his eyes twinkling.
โHey,โ I retorted, leaning back in my chair, โI thought you were in Florida with Bella. And yes, I am. Now, can I have my book back?โ
