Alex walked into his math class on Wednesday morning. He was holding a very expensive, very shiny coffee cup that Milo had given him. It said "THE BRAIN" in neon lights.
He tried to hide it behind his bag.
"Nice cup, Finch," Mrs. Gable said, writing an equation on the board. "Does it help you calculate the hypotenuse?"
"It mostly just keeps my hands warm, Miss," Alex mumbled.
"Well, sit down. We have trigonometry today. And I don't care if you beat AC Milan. Triangles are undefeated."
Alex sat down. He looked at the triangles on the board.
He smiled.
Triangles. That was football. That was Barcelona. That was the Hurricane.
He started to solve the equations.
For forty-five minutes, he wasn't a wonderkid. He was just a student who liked angles.
The bell rang.
"Oh, Alex," Mrs. Gable said as he was leaving. "My nephew wants to know... is Mark really that fast? Or is it camera tricks?"
"He is that fast, Miss," Alex sighed. "And he is very loud about it."
