Mikey stomps back to his seat in chemistry.
Baji's algebra teacher, angry with their rowdy interruption in her silent classroom, immediately called a dean and had them all escorted to class.
He'd exchanged his tardy slip with a blank exam at the teacher's desk, now he's using it as a pillow for his aching face. He can't believe Mr. Shimoda is making him take a sixty question test when there's only twenty minutes left of class. Fuck that guy. He isn't even going to pull a pencil out and try his best by guessing.
He couldn't do it if he wanted to, his brain's too busy replaying what just went down for him to focus on anything right now. He wants to blame the girl for his clumsiness, wants to redo the whole thing just to show her how smooth he actually is, but every time he remembers her stubborn grip on the handle, the smell of her flossy hair, the determined glint in her eye, he can't help but angelicize her. How could a girl so lovely be at fault for his incompetence? His infatuation absolves her completely and leaves him feeling like the worst kind of shit.
"Psst. Mikey." his partner mutters voicelessly.
Mikey digs his face further into the paper. What the fuck does this guy want? He tilts his head to crack an eye up at Kisaki. This dude likes to think they're friends, but Mikey's harbored a vague hostility towards him ever since Baji mentioned he gives him a bad vibe.
Suffice to say, Mikey's not friendly with his lab partner, but Kisaki's caught him in an especially bad mood today. Mikey's tempted to grab the glasses right off his face and crush them under his foot.
"The fuck do you want?" he hisses.
Kisaki wordlessly slips his completed exam towards him. Mikey blinks at the neat handwriting and correct answers. He stares down at the boy's test until Kisaki rolls his pencil over to him. "Hurry. There isn't much time left." he murmurs.
Mikey begrudgingly picks the pencil up. As he's about to write his name, he pauses. What if Kisaki's trying to get him caught? The teacher's obviously going to notice that they've got the exact same answers.
"Fifteen minutes left." Mr. Shimoda announces.
Mikey shakes his head. He'll have to fill in a few answers incorrectly so it doesn't look too suspicious. The fear of getting caught and anxiety of not finishing in time makes him tense, but he's grateful that it takes his mind off that girl for a few minutes.