A couple of days later, Skye continued to attend math club and engage in the activities that she found fun along with the other members. They were glad that she was a member but since she was the only girl in the club, they thought of her as distracting. But they tried to learn to deal with it since they saw her every day in the club. This day, they were all completing a worksheet as part of a study session. After twenty minutes, Denny, the leader shouted:
"Time's up!"
Everybody stopped but they all seemed finished with the worksheet. Denny walked over to a white board with a stand and a blanket over it. He shed the board of the blanket, revealing a series of numbers and equations on it written in purple marker.
"These are the right answers," he declared. "If you missed one, please discuss as always."
Skye glanced at the board a few times and looked back at her paper to see if her answers were replicated. "Wow, got them all right," she said to herself.
"You're so smart, Skye," said the boy next to her.
"I have a question: why don't any girls attend this club?"
"Uh, a girl is attending the club and it's you."
"I know but why weren't there any girls here before?"
"You know how girls are obsessed with other things except for math like hair and magazines and Enrique Iglesias."
"I know what you mean. I'm friends with those people."
Almost instantly, Skye's girlfriends entered the classroom together. She saw them come in in the corner of her eye so she couldn't identify them until she looked up.
Her face dropped. "What the--"
Denny walked up to the girls. "Hello, Madeline. And others."
Madeline smiled. "Hi, Denny. How's Josie?"
"Kissable."
"Uh."
"Not to be rude but what are you all doing here?"
"We're here to join math club," answered Lizzie with pep.
"Cool!" said one of the members. "More girls!"
"Let me get the applications you need to fill out," said Denny.
"We'd rather join right now," admitted Andrea.
"I can't just let you join right off the bat. I need to see your mathematical abilities."
"We can show you right now," said Madeline.
"Oh, really? How?"
"I can memorize at least a thousand digits of pi."
"Let me see."
"3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937--"
"Alright, I believe you!" he snapped. He walked off to the desk in the corner and crouched down to pick up a pile of maroon colored shirts. He picked up the one on the top and handed it to Madeline. "You're in the club."
Madeline grinned and leaped before coming all the way into the classroom. She stood behind Skye, who gave her a quick smile. Skye sat stiff.
"What about you?" Denny asked Debra.
Debra showed him the front of a small set of packets that was in her hands. "I got 100 percent on my algebra test from last week." She put the packet behind the set to show the second one. "Here's another 100 percent on this test from the week before. I basically 100 percents on all my algebra tests and quizzes from last month to this month."
Denny handed her a shirt. "Okay, you're in."
Debra walked in, coming close to Madeline and Skye.
"Why do you believe that you should be in this club?" Denny asked Andrea.
"Because if I don't get in, I'll hurt you," she answered.
Denny handed her a shirt. "You're in," he accepted quickly.
Andrea gave him a grin then smiled at the girls while approaching them.
"Now why do you think that you should be here?" Denny asked Lizzie.
"Uh, let's see," said Lizzie. "Three times three is nine. Three times four is twelve. Three times five is fifteen. Three times six is eighteen. Three times--"
"Alright, you're in!" Denny shouted, handing her a shirt.
"Yay," she smiled before sprinting up to her friends.
Denny closed the door and turned around. "Alright, since you girls are new, I have to be clear that you might not be able to sit with who you want and I would like for you all to find a seat, preferably the ones closest to the room, so we can cooperate rationally."
The girls separated and roamed around the room to find any open seats that were closer to the chalkboard. None of them shared a table and almost every boy at their tables would ogle at them. Andrea scowled when she got stuck sitting with a familiar classmate.
"Can she please sit at another table?" asked the classmate loudly.
"Shut up, Randall!" Andrea glared at him.
"I just want to feel comfortable."
"Well, maybe if your butt wasn't so flat, you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable."
"Please settle down," ordered Denny.
"Yeah, Randall."
"You, too, Miss... Um..."
"Gonzalez."
"You should be 'Gone-zalez'," Randall muttered.
"Oh, real rich, which is ironic because you're not that all."
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