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"Eduard!" You groaned as your face hit said boy's kitchen table and you pinched the bridge of your nose. "This makes no sense at all! There's no logic to this!"
Eduard had agreed to tutor you in math on Friday afternoons, and this was the first time he actually attempted it—and he was tackling your worst fear, too: three-dimensional geometry. You didn't know what it was with 3-D geometry, but pyramids and prisms and cones and cylinders just didn't click in your head. Their nets made no sense, the views were complicated, and you honestly couldn't find room in your head to store those complicated formulae.
However, you really didn't want to end up in summer school or, even worse, repeating your math course next year. You'd forced yourself to approach Eduard von Bock, local math and technology whiz extraordinaire—and, surprisingly enough, not bad looking either—to enlist his help to pass math.
You usually sat in front of him in math class, so you two were on good terms already—if you could call hushed complaints about the number of pages the teacher assigned you for the next day counted as being on good terms—so he accepted to tutor you without much trouble.
However, he might have bitten off more than he could chew. Making you understand how the volume of a cone is found wasn't a simple task.
"Of course there's logic! You just take the base area and multiply it by the height and divide it by three. Out of that, what would you deduct to be the formula?"
"Ah… what?" How were you supposed to figure out anything? You knew that he was going to launch into another set of incomprehensible explanations and you'd space out again.
"Well, (Name), what's the base of a cone?"
"A circle." You looked at Eduard tentatively.
"Right. And what's the formula for the area of a circle?"
"I don't remember! We did this stuff last year, and I forget everything over the summer…" You sighed. How did Eduard do it? All those formulae seemed complicated, confusing, and absolutely not worth remembering.
Well, at least, you'd pass math.
"The formula for a circle's area is pi times radius squared. So, technically, the formula for a cone's volume would be—"
"Pi times radius squared times height divided by three, right?" The math seemed to click in your head, and you understood the formula, finally.
It wasn't like you wouldn't forget it the second you got home, though.
"That's really good! I might let you off early, actually. We can work on applying the theory in class tomorrow."
You checked your phone. Four-thirty? You weren't expected at home this early. Most likely your parents were still at work, and your keys, as far as you remembered, were still stuffed in your purse with your wallet.
"I can't really go home right now, actually. I thought I was going to take a lot more tutoring because I'm such a math failure, but—"
Eduard rested his hand on your shoulder and smiled, just a bit. "Hey. You know, you can't really be a math failure. You just need to grasp the concepts and the formulae. And if you've got the right person teaching you, you can understand anything. Trust me, if you wanted to and you worked at it, you'd be doing complicated calculus with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. Right now, you just want to get a decent mark in math, right? That's completely doable. You just need to want it badly enough and work at it. It's the same idea, no matter how far you want to get… like a math formula!" His eyes lit up, and you decided to believe him.
As you walked out of his house and to a local café to wait for your parents to get home, you felt five little words from his pep talk lingering in your head.
The right person teaching you.
No, not five words—three words.
The right person.
Maybe Eduard von Bock was more than just the right teacher.