Chapter 253

“You see, v is the frequency being observed and—”

“I know v is the frequency,” Tristan throws back at me, his fingers clenched so tightly around the pencil that they’re shaking. “And I know it’s to the third power. This is a typo.”

“How is it a typo when you’re writing with pencil?” I ask, and he seriously looks at me like he wants to kill me.

“I have literally no idea what you guys are talking about,” Lizzie adds with another giggle, reaching over to run her fingers down Tristan’s bare forearm. He’s taken his blazer off, and in a rare move, he’s unbuttoned his shirt until about halfway down. He’s even rolled up his sleeves a bit.

He glances over at her, but he doesn’t tell her to stop, turning back to look at me in stark defiance.

“You little smart-ass. You think you’re so knowledgeable with your public school education.”

“Clearly, I am,” I retort, lifting my own chin in defiant response. “Because I can see the frantically scrawled page of notes