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"Still 11:52 Am." he muttered after his staring at the clock.
It was going to be one of those days, where even seconds were going too slowly. One of those everlasting days that would drag on long after forever had ended.
Yzak sat up and stared upfront, unable to make an expression.
His chemistry professor's voice was steadily fading away, as if it evaporated into vapour at room temperature. The unchanging monotone was certainly a prime factor why concentration was difficult.
Fortunately for him this lecture was about how poorly and unchallenging the exam had really been, which he had aced, almost aced. It was that, and the impossible-but-still-happened, Zala setback that irritated him the most.
As furious as he was, he could not continue his frowning marathon, because restraining the blank stare from appearing was inevitable, and took effort.
He raised his left arm, bent his elbow, and placed in onto his desk, then rested his cheek on his left palm slightly tilting his head to face the windows.
It was raining. Out of no surprise, the light drizzle had become a heavy shower, just like the weather forecast stated. He watched as the rain fell in oversized buckets from the sky, beating against the glass windows, pounding over and over, again and again.
Lowering his arm, Yzak leaned back and repositioned himself glancing at the other students. Most of them, if not every one of them, wore the same emotionless blank stare on their face as his, no doubt because of the teacher.
His eyes scanned the room, and landed on a dark brunette's head, the same one who'd been arguing with him earlier.
Never would he have expected anyone, especially a girl, to snap so fiercely at anyone, him included. That Hahnenfuss was not a fragile girl anyone could poke and get away with.
As befriended they were towards each other, it wasn't enough to stop, and couldn't possibly discourage either of them to end their constant debates against each other, whether he started it with her, or she received any slim chance to flick his ego. Even throughout the two years he'd known her for, many of their conversations had never ended quick enough without turning into an unfriendly dispute. And although he didn't have to snap back at her, it was as if by instinct he had to at least say something for her to chew on. Only that female could never fail to push the right buttons to ignite his fuse.
She was always, and would always be, under a special category in his book.
Yzak furrowed his brows and thought back to this morning, but couldn't put his finger on it; there was something... wrong with their last argument. Even though it wasn't different from past quarrels, there was something else…something wrong with it.
Yzak frowned, unable to come up with anything other than "Something was wrong."
He quickly turned to the window hoping she didn't catch him staring, but out of the tiniest corner of his eye, he peered at her uncertain if she knew and had seen him.
Concluding that she didn't see him, Yzak tuned into his professor catching the last words of the 25 minute "Disappointment Speech": To do your chemistry midterm corrections.
"Done." He said lifting his pen.
Scanning the room, he noticed her pacing back and forth through desks, papers clutched between her hands, as her name was called from one side to the other.
Yzak assumed it was for chemistry help.
Unable to stop his up curving lips, he arose from his desk and headed towards hers once she'd taken her seat.
He placed his hands on her desk, and drummed his fingers to get her attention.
She stopped her work and frowned at him through her long brown bangs.
"How about I help you with your problems now?" Yzak smirked, tilting his head, "I did get a higher mark than you."
"Don't get so cocky Jule." she said, "I'd rather ask Athrun, then I can help you with your mistakes."
With all her belongings, she arose and brushed past him as the lunch bell rang.
"Yzak!" a voice called him as he exited the lab.
He turned, it was Athrun.
"I thought I'd tell you first," he said, panting slightly, "I'm leaving this academy."
Was this a joke? Really, was it?
What was Zala thinking? That leaving would be the best way to end their competition? That him dropping out meant that Yzak would finally win one?
So Yzak did come second to Zala. So he hadn't redeemed himself yet. So he didn't step and squish Zala, but he would have, and he'd planned to do it, big time.
Yzak wasn't through, wasn't ready to give up, and wasn't going to win any by fluke.
"My father's moving his company to England, and that's where I'll be going as well." he said smiling. "You've really made me work hard," he chuckled, "Or I wouldn't have surpassed you."
Her hair swung over to her left, and she turned her head in his direction, "Have you ever thought your competing was always one-sided?" she said, and threw him one last statement, "What else can't you realize?"
Yzak narrowed his eyes, "So I forced you to succeed?" he grunted.
Athrun grinned, "I'd have slacked off. Besides, it wouldn't have been fair if I lost to you without trying." He held out his right hand, "You still hate me don't you?"
Yzak reached for the hand and shook it, "More than before Zala."
Leaning against a cement support outside the tall building, Yzak stood eyes closed, and motionless in deep thought about Zala's last words.
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