"Find X," the teacher, Mrs. Gable, said. She tapped the board.
Alex looked at X. It was easy. It was just logic.
He raised his hand.
"Yes, Alex?"
"X is twelve," Alex said.
"Correct," Mrs. Gable smiled. "You are very sharp today, Alex. Is this your 'Professor' brain working?"
The class giggled. Alex felt his face get warm.
"It is just math, Miss," Alex mumbled.
"Well, do not use all your brain power here," a boy behind him whispered. "You need it for Wednesday. Inter Milan. They are tough."
Alex sighed. Even in math class, he could not escape.
He was seventeen years old. He was a Champions League winner. He was the "Professor."
But right now, he just wanted to finish his equations.
The bell rang.
Alex grabbed his bag. He walked to the gate.
The neon green car was waiting.
Mark was in the drivers seat. He was wearing... a cowboy hat. A bright, silver, glittery cowboy hat.
"Howdy, partner!" Mark yelled, leaning out the window.
