Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

TWENTY ONE

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I sat in Roman's kitchen once more, working through a step-by-step guide he made for me on how to answer specific questions. About an hour had past and I believed to be getting the hang of it. I looked over at him and realised he had his glasses on today. He wore them yesterday but last Friday he had them off to fight and I couldn't help but wonder what his eyesight truly was like. Did he wear them because they were horrible or was it all for the 'nerd' effect?

  So many questions, Sienna.

  What? I'm interested!

  You're interested in his eye sight?

  Yeah, that sounded pretty stupid.

I bit my lip looking at one of the harder questions. Roman taught me a trick to highlight the main words in the question and I found it helped a lot. Instead of trying to wrap by brain around the difficulty worded way of them asking me to do something, just focusing in on the key words helped me understand what to do. I fiddled with my highlighter and looked back at my calculator, trying to figure out what this specific question was asking me to do.

Sometimes it came to me easily and was just a matter of focussing hard enough, other times it took longer. In reality, I hated numbers. I chose to do Statistics thinking it'd be an easy class, but I was so wrong, and I couldn't help but want to crawl into a hole every time I stepped foot into that classroom.

"Need help?" Roman offered. He was reading one of the books from Rya's sex box whilst simultaneously marking a worksheet he sent me to do last night when I got home from the hospital.

I sighed and ran my hands over my hair. "I can't do it." I complained.

"You can, you just need a bit of help." He assured and made his way over. He stood behind me, looking over my shoulder, placing a hand on the back of my chain as he leaned over. I stilled at the closeness. "I think you're getting your numbers mixed up." He explained. "Try bringing this number to here." He pointed onto the page. "And see what happens."

I applied what he said and continued working on it, feeling the pressure of him watching over my shoulder. I took a deep breath and typed the sum into my calculator. Holy shit, it worked!

I looked back at Roman, "How... How did you know to do that?" I asked.

He chuckled and shrugged, "Sometimes the first method you try isn't always the correct method. You've got to give it a trial-and-error approach sometimes. Don't be afraid to be wrong, being wrong only means you've past one hurdle to being right."

"Has anyone ever told you that you should be a motivational speaker?" I chuckled. He laughed and moved to sit back down. "What do you want to be?" I couldn't help myself from asking. In my opinion, Roman could be anything he wanted. He could work for NASA, become a top-class lawyer, even be President if he put his mind it to it. Yet, I always wondered what route he planned to go down. I knew he liked Science but that was it.

"A doctor." He admitted, "Well, mainly working in Neurosurgery." He could see I didn't understand what the hell that was and explained, "It focuses on the central nervous system, you know the brain and spinal cord."

"Damn." I blew out a breath. "Seems like a hard place to get to."

"It is." He agreed. "But I want to do it."

I felt good for him. Despite all the hate and bullying he got thrown his way at school, he was going to make something of himself, he was going to do something. I knew that Roman could change the world, as long as he could put his mind towards it. He knew that, as long as he put his mind to it. He could do anything if he put his mind to it. I found his mindset... admirable? It was something I wish I obtained.