Interrupted
Title: Interrupted
Written for: fanfic100
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Character: Jess Mariano
Prompt: 042. Triangle.
Word Count: 526
Rating: PG
Summary: What exactly is the point of all that Math anyway?
Author's Note: The quote in the beginning is from A Farewell To Arms by Ernest Hemingway. And this is written from my very Swedish point of view on school. I have no idea what they teach in Math class in the US, or really anything about the schooling system. So just ignore the completely obvious errors, ok? lol
Disclaimer: I never have and (sadly) never will own anything related to Gilmore Girls or Jess Mariano.
But it was not my show any more and I wished this bloody train would get to Mestre and I would eat and stop thinking. I would have to stop.
Piani would tell them they had shot me. They went through…
“Jess!” his teacher’s voice rang out in the classroom, shattering the images he had made up in his mind and abruptly brought his attention away from the book.
“Huh,” he uttered without thinking, irritated by the interruption. He only had half a page left till the next part of the book.
“Could you put the book down and pay attention for a change?” the teacher asked.
She sounded almost like she was about to give up any minute, but then she just stood at the front of the classroom, completely still and stared at him. He sighed, laid his book down and slouched down more in his chair, figuring it wasn’t worth the trouble. He could always finish reading when the class ended. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know the book almost word for word.
“Fine,” he muttered and finally she turned back to the black board. He could feel the other students looking at him, but he ignored them and concentrated on the clock above the door.
He was sitting in the exact same position, counting the seconds till the class let out, when she called him the next time and he slowly moved his eyes to meat her gaze.
“Yes?” he asked, probably sounding as bored as he felt. He heard some sighs and snickers from around the room.
“Can you tell me the answer to this problem?” she said, pointing to the geometric figure and writings on the board.
“Why?”
The question was met by a mumble of voices all over the room.
“Excuse me?” she asked, stunned.
“I said: why?” Jess said slowly, sitting up a little in his chair.
“Because it’s an important part of your education and so far you haven’t even remotely participated in class.”
“What’s the point?” Jess asked and sat up even straighter, looking straight at the teacher. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna need to know how to calculate the angle adjacent to the hypotenuse of a stupid triangle enclosed in a circle. Now is there?”
He could hear some of the other students mumbling around him and some giggling from the corner of the room, but he continued to ignore them.
The teacher closed her eyes for a second. “Could you just humor me and answer the question?”
“Fine,” Jess mumbled again and reached for the calculator on the desk next to his, ignoring the protest from its owner. Then he glanced at the black board and thought for a second, did some calculations and checked the window and the board before looking up and saying, “52.”
“What?” the teacher asked, quickly checking her books.
Jess sighed before saying, “I said, 52. You wanted the answer to the problem, right? It’s 52.”
And then the bell rang and Jess quickly tossed the calculator back onto the next desk before grabbing his book and walking out the door, ignoring his teacher calling his name.
Written for: fanfic100
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Character: Jess Mariano
Prompt: 042. Triangle.
Word Count: 526
Rating: PG
Summary: What exactly is the point of all that Math anyway?
Author's Note: The quote in the beginning is from A Farewell To Arms by Ernest Hemingway. And this is written from my very Swedish point of view on school. I have no idea what they teach in Math class in the US, or really anything about the schooling system. So just ignore the completely obvious errors, ok? lol
Disclaimer: I never have and (sadly) never will own anything related to Gilmore Girls or Jess Mariano.
But it was not my show any more and I wished this bloody train would get to Mestre and I would eat and stop thinking. I would have to stop.
Piani would tell them they had shot me. They went through…
“Jess!” his teacher’s voice rang out in the classroom, shattering the images he had made up in his mind and abruptly brought his attention away from the book.
“Huh,” he uttered without thinking, irritated by the interruption. He only had half a page left till the next part of the book.
“Could you put the book down and pay attention for a change?” the teacher asked.
She sounded almost like she was about to give up any minute, but then she just stood at the front of the classroom, completely still and stared at him. He sighed, laid his book down and slouched down more in his chair, figuring it wasn’t worth the trouble. He could always finish reading when the class ended. It wasn’t like he didn’t already know the book almost word for word.
“Fine,” he muttered and finally she turned back to the black board. He could feel the other students looking at him, but he ignored them and concentrated on the clock above the door.
He was sitting in the exact same position, counting the seconds till the class let out, when she called him the next time and he slowly moved his eyes to meat her gaze.
“Yes?” he asked, probably sounding as bored as he felt. He heard some sighs and snickers from around the room.
“Can you tell me the answer to this problem?” she said, pointing to the geometric figure and writings on the board.
“Why?”
The question was met by a mumble of voices all over the room.
“Excuse me?” she asked, stunned.
“I said: why?” Jess said slowly, sitting up a little in his chair.
“Because it’s an important part of your education and so far you haven’t even remotely participated in class.”
“What’s the point?” Jess asked and sat up even straighter, looking straight at the teacher. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna need to know how to calculate the angle adjacent to the hypotenuse of a stupid triangle enclosed in a circle. Now is there?”
He could hear some of the other students mumbling around him and some giggling from the corner of the room, but he continued to ignore them.
The teacher closed her eyes for a second. “Could you just humor me and answer the question?”
“Fine,” Jess mumbled again and reached for the calculator on the desk next to his, ignoring the protest from its owner. Then he glanced at the black board and thought for a second, did some calculations and checked the window and the board before looking up and saying, “52.”
“What?” the teacher asked, quickly checking her books.
Jess sighed before saying, “I said, 52. You wanted the answer to the problem, right? It’s 52.”
And then the bell rang and Jess quickly tossed the calculator back onto the next desk before grabbing his book and walking out the door, ignoring his teacher calling his name.