Isn't it scary what a smile call hide

by darkmoonights

Shes calls it punishment he calls it physical abuse He calls it friendship he calls it something more they call it school he calls it an Espace She calls it a doll he calls it a boy He calls it a faze But he knows it not He calls it the cat but he knows differently He calls it feeling tired he calls it depression We all call it something different-So what is it actually?

Merrily we fall out of line, out of line

Nagisa pov; I lazily looked up from my desk to see a blurred red-haired delinquent taping his fingers on my desk to get my attention. Groggily I slowly blink a couple times and stretch for what felt like forever only to mumble

"oh hey, karma what do you need?".

He raises his eyebrows, rolls his eyes and being as sharp-tongued as usual says

" wake up sleepin' beauty-"

he stops dead in his tracks to look to his left

" -It's almost 17:45 so wanna head out the short stack ?"

Wait I stop to think about it isn't that for females? At least that's what ms bitch said right before kissing Nakamura. I feel my face heat up at the memory

"you're staring sweetheart."

. "Isn't it short-stack for females?"

I ask reluctantly only for karma to look me dead in the eyes with a look that might haunt my nightmares "Annnd?"

." Wow good ol karma." I say very bluntly almost to blunt if you ask me.

" I know I am amazing after all!" he says right after sticking his long tongue out at me.

I look at the clock and panic at 6:07 pm oh shit Mom is going to kill me I think about asking but then second guess myself for many reasons with the biggest being that this is Karma we're talking about he wouldn't let me forget this ever; only then do I realize that I don't have the time. I just need to get home as soon a possible. I try to hide my face whilst trying to say. "d-do you thin-" my face trails off " Do I think that your stuttering is making it a pain in the ass to understand you?"

"uhh no- well that would make sense- "

I feel my face heat up as soon that I realized that I am going on a tangent "that you could give me a ride home" I mutter out so quiet that I can barely hear " huh oh sure"

before I know it he's walking out of the classroom " W-Wait hold on!"

I ran after him only to fearfully get on his motorcycle "no helmets?" I ask even though I know that answer

"na safety last-Oh and you might wanna hold on to my waist if you don't want to fall off and die"

he accelerates the engine to make his point "Okay okay I get it" I reluctantly wrap my small arms around him. "Lower" he chuckles I go to do to before yelling

"I AM NOT FALLING FOR THAT!"

" aww man worth a try"

After three probably illegal of what he calls "shortcuts" and what I call psychopathic driving we arrive at my house "alright see ya tomorrow toots ".

I roll my eyes and wave before bracing myself for what my mother calls punishment and I call physical abuse.

I take a huge deep breath and crack the door

"Mom?".