Yay! I've returned once again! WITH MORE TANGO! Hope you guys enjoy!
Atobe just couldn't fathom this occurrence. There wasn't any way; these things did not happen to him. Where there even any words left on this page? Honestly there was so much red ink that the black hardly existed anymore.
"Excuse me." He said raising his hand slightly. Atobe's eyes never left the bright red markings in front of him. This was a heinous crime against him he decided. The teacher turned and looked at him raising any eyebrow curiously, nodding for him to go on. "This can't be right; I should have made perfect marks on this test." He replied pointing down at the page. The teacher shook her head.
"Please read the note on the back, Atobe-kun." She then turned back around and proceeded to pass out the rest of the graded tests. Atobe nodded slowly and turned the page over. There was the note that the teacher had mentioned and began to read it.
"Atobe-kun,
I'm sure that this Sanada Genichirou person is very nice. It's obvious that you think very highly of them. Though if I may ask that you do not litter your test with their name next time. The answer blanks are for the answers to the test questions, not this person's name. Neither are the page margins. You may schedule a time to make up the test if you would like to."
Atobe frowned and red the note again before flipping the test back over. There it was in plain black and white, Sanada's name scrawled across the page in various sizes and types of hand. Small hearts. Large hearts. This was terrible. He hadn't realized that he'd been writing out Sanada's name in every blank instead of the actual answers. Who was the famous French Emperor? Apparently it was Sanada Genichirou and not Napoleon Bonaparte. True he is an emperor, but Sanada certainly wasn't as short as the historical figure.
"My my, Atobe…" Atobe turned quickly and frowned at Oshitari.
"What have I told you about reading over my shoulder?" Atobe hissed. He wasn't in any mood to be dealing with the drawling tensai. He wanted to sit by himself and stew in his own humiliation. Alone. Not with Oshitari. As a singular being.
Oshitari waved a hand at the tone and glare. "You failed your test."
"I was distracted."
"I'll say you were. I'm sure Sanada would be flattered to know that you think of him this much." Atobe frowned and rolled his eyes.
"He will be overly upset at me for not paying attention to what I was doing. You know very well that he doesn't like failure." Atobe looked away and added quietly, "Even if they are few and very far between with me."
Oshitari nodded. "The last time you skipped class he wouldn't talk to you for what a week?"
"Exactly, so he can't find out about this."
----------A few hours later------------
"Don't get that tone with me, Sanada Genichirou! Do not yell at me either!" Atobe frowned and threw up his free arm. "It's not my fault…yes I was the one holding the pen…yes…No, that does not make it my fault automatically! Stop accusing me of this. You're the one at fault…because I said so of course…That is too a decent reason, you're just upset that it's your fault and not mine. Yes. Yes. You should be flattered anyways that I would think of …so? Genichirou you had better not! …Hang up…Jerk…"
So that's that and yet another argument between the two. I feel like I'm in a Katy Perry song with these two XD -secretly hums "hot n' cold"- SO YEA Review please? I like those...