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"The answer is clearly 'b'. If you had half a brain cell you'd know it." Says Dexter, starting to loose his patience.
"Shut up, dork. I'm not the one who goes around mixing up multiplication and exponentiation." Shoots back Mandark. He just knows how to get on the other's nerves.
"IT HAPPENED ONCE and I was sleepy at the time!"
"Doesn't change the A- you got."
Douglas groans and rubs his temples. He didn't know what was up with those two but they had been bantering like that for - Douglas checks his phone - about twenty minutes. "GOD! I just wanted help with some maths papers!" He thinks to himself, resting his forehead on the table and sighing, a gesture which goes unnoticed by his friends.
"Ugh! You just won't let that go!"
"Of course not. And it's evident your answer is incorrect as per my calculations-"
"Then your calculations are wrong because I've already remade this question twice and the result is still 'b'."
"Then maybe you should remake them once more if it's what it takes for you to see the correct answer is-"
"'e'. The correct answer is 'e'." Douglas interrupts the genii, who look back at him with bemusement. They had almost forgotten their friend was here.
"'e'?" Inquires the raven haired teen with skepticism.
"And why would that be?" Asks the other.
"See it yourselves." Douglas turns his phone screen so the others can look at it. He googled the answer, of course. How none of them had thought about doing it earlier was a true mystery.
"…" The two teens verify the resolution in silent embarrassment.
"Seems… about right." Declares the redhead lastly.
"Now for the love of god can you stop arguing?"
"Hmph."
"Yeah."
The pair settles back into their respective seats at the round table with resignation.
"Thank you." Punctuates the third teen with sarcasm, enjoying the silence which fell onto the lab.
The calm doesn't last long though - when does it ever with these two.
"Party rockers in the house tonight…" Dexter sings to himself, erupting the others' thoughts.
"Excuse me. But I believe you mean 'party rock is'." Corrects Mandark, because of course he just has to.
"No way-" The redhead starts his protest.
"That's it. I'm out." Douglas says. He's had enough of those two's bullshit. Exasperated, he stomps his way out of the redhead's lab. "Good. Bye." He says, before slamming the exit metal door closed.
The remaining teens turn to each other quietly.
Aggressive making out ensues.