I'm Not Okay [UsUk]

Decision

After a well spent English class and an incredible as always History, came the class which Alfred had always dreaded - Maths. For some ungodly reason, they had to have at least forty-five minutes of math each day, even more than they had English which was held only four times a week.

Today, they were supposed to have a ten minute exam, and Alfred still didn't understand a single thing about linear equations with two variables or anything connected to that. That meant he would have to be very careful and copy everything from Arthur who most probably would solve every problem correctly.

"You only need a pen on the table, ten minutes to solve these, and when you're done pass them over to my table." The strict math teacher said the instructions in a monotone voice, certainly not in a good mood. But on the other hand, when was she in a good mood? "Don't ask any questions, don't copy from your desk mates, that's it. You may begin."

Alfred snatched a pen from his pencil case, zipping up his backpack and sitting himself in a perfect position to copy and not be seen by the teacher. Hopefully. Arthur already knew he would have to sit a little bit closer to the boy, holding the test paper in a slightly different angle than usually so the other could have a clear sight of it.

"Oh, and, Jones and Kirkland are definitely not sitting together. I already know who copies from whom."

Goddammit, I'm screwed.

Taking his test paper, the American sighed and moved to the seat completely in the back behind a Belgian exchange student Emma, who was a fairly kind person and might even help him with these if there was time for everyone to do it.

Which there wasn't.

Alfred stared at the piece of paper with five math problems written on them, and all he knew how to do was sign his name at the top.

I... Don't even know what any of this means.
Do the variables go on the left or on the right? Uh, I seriously suck at this.

Great. Dad is going to kill me when he sees another bad grade in math.
It's not my fault I don't understand these!

Oh well, maybe it is. I'm just an idiot.

Okay, I will at least try to do one.

Carefully writing a couple of numbers down, he somehow managed to do the first part of the problem, but only partially and messily because of the insecurity in what he was doing. The second part, now, he didn't know how to solve, so instead of overthinking all his life decisions he just wrote a long row of numbers that seemed right, but most probably weren't.

I'm so going to fail this. Why did she separate me from Arthur, dammit?! I'm not the only one who copies anyway. I'm sure half of the class copies from their super intelligent desk mates anyway.

"Time's up!"

You've got to be kidding me.

The realization hit him - he spent almost all the time in his own thoughts, and less than two minutes on actually doing the math problems. But since he didn't know how to do them anyway, he just carelessly passed the test paper to the teacher along with the entire class and got back to his seat with Arthur.
This was a total failure, and he knew it.

"So, did you do anything?" The Brit whispered over to him once they were able to sit together again, looking at him with a hint of worry in his green eyes.

"Absolutely nothing." Alfred replied with a sigh, shaking his head to his own disappointment. "I really don't understand how to do it."

"I would offer to help, but I suppose you're probably not allowed to come over to my place, and I already know I can't come to yours except if your father's out." Arthur shrugged, an apologetic look written all over his face.