I managed to defeat writer's block! I hope it's gone now!
I got nothing to say so enjoy!
Chapter 2
A year… Even though she studied as much as Hiroshi (Believe me, that's a lot), she couldn't remember that year. She couldn't remember years for history no matter how hard she tried; she couldn't remember numbers at all. Sometimes, she'd go with her instincts and write something down randomly but she would get the good answer really rarely. The very last question of the exam; she had ten minutes to write it down. She glanced at her friends. Hiroshi was reading (He probably revised his exam three times thirty minutes ago. Why did he have to be so fast?), Takuro was doodling on his agenda out of boredom, Takeshi was revising his exam and Naoki had his head resting on his desk and stared blankly at the board that was also blank. She stared at Takuro by the corner of the eye. His red hair out of that hoodie of his, his pale brown eyes looking down at his agenda page probably now full of random drawings… Damn, he was handsome. It wasn't the first time she was telling herself this; she'd been telling herself that for three years also known for her as a since they first met. But of course, she never had the courage to confess. It didn't really matter anyway because he began dating Megumi two years ago. They were still together and happy. Well, if Takuro was happy it was okay, right? Who was she to mess with his love life? A conversation they had yesterday before math class suddenly came back to her mind. That passage between Takuro and Hiroshi to be more precise.
"Is it only me or a lot of thing happened during 1400?"
"Well, what do you think? Everybody wanted to go on a boat and get to India."
"Ya don't need to repeat what the teacher said, ya know?"
"Besides, it was only at the end of 1400 and the beginning of 1500; not all in 1400."
"Oh yeah, like that dude who discovered America… In… Uh… 1492 or somethin'?"
"Congratulation, Takuro! You can actually remember things other than your girlfriend's name!"
"Shut up."
That was it! 1492! She silently thanked Takuro and wrote down the answer. She made sure she answered all the questions of the exam and put the small pile of five sheets at the corner of her desk. She rested her hand on her fist, waiting for the class to finish and glancing at her friends from time to times. The bell finally rang, setting them free. Mika took her things and headed to the door. She waited outside for Takuro, Hiroshi, Takeshi and Naoki. They joined her outside quickly and they headed to their lockers. Along the way, they met with Megumi that made the rest of the way with them. Takuro put an arm around her shoulders, a gesture that forced Mika to look in another direction for a couple of seconds. She was so stupid to be jealous. She had to stop thinking for only herself and be happy for Takuro and Megumi instead.
"So, now that history is done, I can study math," thought Hiroshi out loud.
"Seriously, ya really need to change your hobby, Hiroshi," added Takuro with a smirk.
Megumi giggled, a sound that ticked Mika off. She didn't like that girl at all anyway. There was something that she didn't like about her since the first time they spoke to each other even before she dated Takuro but she had never been able to put her finger on it. Well, she didn't see her a lot anyway so it didn't matter that much.
"How can you study math anyway?" wondered Naoki.
"By doing exercises, dummy," replied Hiroshi, replacing his glasses with a grin.
Hiroshi and Naoki shared a very special bond since elementary school, where they became friends. The words nerd and stupid were commonly exchanged between them. She didn't know the story but she did know they had a lot of inside jokes. Takuro wasn't specially close to anyone (well, maybe Megumi but she wasn't really part of the gang), he was just the type of guy super fun to be with. Mika was closer to Takeshi since they were childhood friends. Their mothers walked them in their strollers together! They also spend a lot of time together so Takeshi and she ended up playing for whole afternoons with each other very often! Maybe it was because of him that she grew a bit tomboyish during the years. Well, anyway, there was still nothing better than an evening with Takeshi playing Mortal Kombat, Soul Calibur, Street Fighter, Super smash brothers or any other fight game. They both liked those for some reason. They should try a horror game someday. Yes, an evening with the gang playing Slender would be really fun. Takeshi would be super stressed while playing or watching and would let out a quite girly scream each time he'd see the Slenderman, Hiroshi would keep saying facts telling how impossible it was for such a creepy thing or person to exist, Naoki would keep telling him to shut up and they would both yelp when they'd hear the loud DUH sound and Takuro would be super relaxed and hardly gasp. He'd also make fun of the others when they'd yelp. She didn't know how she would react, though. Knowing herself, she would also scream like Takeshi; they were both the nervous type.
Mika separated from the others when she arrived to her locker and put away her things. She looked at her schedule and noticed it was he option class coming next. They had five choices of classes: French, Art, Music, Chemistry or Philosophy. Hiroshi took chemistry because he said it would be more useful in his later life, Naoki followed because he expected to see liquids make explosions (he regretted his choice when Hiroshi told him there would surely be no explosions.), Takuro took music and ended up as an excellent drummer and Megumi took art while Takeshi and Mika chose philosophy (They definitely influenced each other a lot.). They didn't regret their choice; the class was rather easy and it was more discussions during classes than work and lessons. The only homework they got was to think about a question the teacher asked them to share their thoughts in the discussion the class after. They had grades depending on what they said. If they stayed silent during all classes, they failed, if they shared their opinion, made references to other's sayings, explained their point of view if they disagreed with someone, then their grades would be extremely good. She remembered that discussion that boosted her note. It was about beauty and she said the most philosophic thought of that class. She silently thanked Hiroshi that day for telling random facts at every opportunity he had because those facts helped her explain her point of view.
"Why do we want to be beautiful anyway? It's not healthy. Some say long hair is beautiful but hair is dead cells, it's more a measurement of your dead cells than anything. A lot of people think it's beautiful to be tanned but a tanned skin is also the indicator of a bad reaction from the skin and it can lead to cancer. Some people have eyes problem and can't have contact lenses. They think the glasses look stupid on them so they decide to correct the problem with laser but they take a risk to be blind. So beauty means being not healthy but it also means we are ready to risk our lives to look good."
Takeshi knocking on her locker door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Hello? Is the spirit possessing Mika's still there or I'm stuck with an empty body?"
The girl squinted and pulled out her tongue.
"Nuuuuuu," she made with a low-pitched tone.
"Oh, I see, you turned zombie mode. You thought too much during that exam, didn't you?"
Mika stared at him blankly for a couple of second, her tongue still out of her mouth. She then raised a brow.
"Okay, even I could have thought of a better line."
"Exactly, I didn't think about it, I improvised."
"Like when you improvise during philosophy?"
Takeshi always had crappy arguments when they were in philosophy. He never thought about the subject so he had to improvise at the last second. He somehow had good grades even if his saying didn't have any sense.
"It's still funny to know that this line was better than any argument you said in philosophy," snickered Mika.
"Aw, come on, that was uncalled for!"
"Your face is uncalled for!"
Takeshi chuckled while she closed her locker. They realized their class was starting in a minute. He put his hand in a brofist position.
"Brofist power?"
Mika did the same with her hand and brofisted him.
"Brofist run power."
The two teens sprinted down the corridor, went down some stairs and ran in the other corridor. The bell rang when they were only a meter away from the door. Takeshi put his hand on the door to stop the teacher from closing it. The teacher only shook his head with a smile and let them come in. The tall adult closed the door behind them and sat on his desk (It looked more like a table than a desk, though).
"I feel like making an improvised question."
The students looked at Mr. Yokoyama with a light smile. His improvised questions were completely unpredictable. Sometimes it was very philosophical question at the last minute, but it could also be something rather embarrassing but also funny. He asked once if one of the girl students ever wore a string. Everybody made theories about when she would've worn it and why. They really laughed their asses off during that class, including the girl who said they gave her good ideas. Of course, the teacher was being careful to do that with students who had a big sense of humor.
"Do you think Mika and Takeshi are in love?"
Mika was about to raise her hand but Yokoyama gestured to her to keep her hand down.
"You two aren't speaking until we get to another subject."
Of course, the students thought the question was very funny and participated a lot so they never changed subject.
"Yes! They arrived late today! Maybe they were frenchkissing!"
"Yes! They always arrive in that class together!"
"Yes! They were holding hands in middle school!"
Mika facepalmed a couple of times during the class and Takeshi had a are you fucking kidding me look stuck on his face. It was true they held hands in middle school because they faked being a couple so they were sure to not have others trying to seduce them (The students from their year all wanted to be in a relationship for some reason.). There was also that one time during a party where a guy kept trying to drag her in the bathroom so they could "find out more about each other". She had asked Takeshi to act like if he was her boyfriend. He did the role really well and the guy quickly gave up. She wasn't interested to know the length of that guy's "family jewel".
Even though the subject of today was rather embarrassing for her, it had still been a good class that finished the week very well.
Mika put her things away and got out of the school, her bag resting on her shoulder. She took her bike and used it to go home. Normally, she'd go back with Takeshi since they lived really close but he had a guitar class today. She leaned her bike on the brick wall of her house and got in. She went in her room and let her bag fall on the floor. She took out some clothes and got changed since she wanted to remove the school uniform she had been forced to use all week like all the other weeks of the year. At least, the uniform was comfortable. To be honest, the boy's one seemed even more comfortable. It was just long black jeans with a white shirt. That brown jacket with a hood and that buttoned black one was surely more comfortable too than that red one the girls wore. Mika traded her uniform for plain pale gray pants and a yellow t-shirt with a dark red ribbon on the chest. She then tied her brown hair in a ponytail. It made her think a bit about Takuro's one. Takuro had it a bit more low and it was also shorter. Mika turned on her laptop and sat down on the chair in front of her desk. She felt like browsing on YouTube today.
I know philosophy classes probably don't look like this at all but I decided that in this universe, philosophy classes are like that! XD Behold the power of my keyboard!
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