"A coconut head will always be a coconut head, don't force it, there is no brain in it, Just liquid juice"

He turned around. It was Trustlin, one of his most troublesome female classmates. Her infamous foul mouth was a more interesting reputation than her unmatched aptitude for maths. He ignored her and returned his gaze to his book.

"The least a head that big could do is know maths. How will you get a girlfriend being a loner and an empty head. You will die lonely."

He could not help but chuckle, she was worth her weight in gold, he was impressed. His dad had been one of those foul mouthed beings who tainted even the sweetest of expressions with sarcasm. He was used to it. Her shiny brown skin and darker lip shade reminded him of her father, except his father was lighter in complexion.
He heard her gentle steps coming toward him and he played his own prank.
She was about three more steps away from him, he sprang up to his feet suddenly with the ferocity of a wounded bully. Trustlin froze in her tracks and he could see her slightly shiver. He wore his angry expression and being taller than her, he was physically imposing. She broke into an apologetic chorus of 'Sorry, sorry, sorry i was joking', slowly tiptoeing back to the door. He Burst into hysterical laughter.

"I knew it, you are all mouth and no action..." He continued laughing uncontrollably. She was embarrassed though impressed, she did not expect the big loner had a sense of humour but, she was not one to lose a fight easily.

"When you finish laughing, you can teach yourself that math. To think I was coming to help you."