AN: After that long ass wait I've finally pulled it together and written another chapter. Sorry guys but university has stretched me pretty thin and I've found myself falling asleep on public transport on a regular basis but hey enough about me it's time for chapter 6 fun times!
Tsukishima peered around my room and nodded in slight approval (clearly spending the morning tidying up had clearly paid off). If this were some cheesy book I would have let out a sigh and realize I had been holding my breath. Like who really forgets how to breathe? I moved to the far side of my room and dragged out a little coffee table where I had abandoned everything and anything that remotely resembled schoolwork.
"Did you do any work today?" He asked. I hiccupped nervously and tried to cover it up with one of the fakest coughs of all time (I was definitely crossing acting off my already short list of possible careers).
"No…" I forced myself to keep my eyes level with his. He tsked and I blinked.
"And why not?"
I glanced guiltily over at the poorly stashed shopping bags. That spree was probably not the smartest move. I hoped he didn't notice them; I figured if he did call me out then I would blame my friends for enabling me (it's not as if it was a complete lie, they were the ones who texted me in the first place… Wait why was I already getting defensive? Was I really getting that desperate?). I couldn't answer his question so I settled for shrugging my shoulders.
"I don't even know why I bothered asking." Great we were off to a terrific start.
Despite being a bit jerk-ish at the beginning of the night Tsukishima did prove to be helpful eventually. It was slow progress but I was starting to notice that the worksheets were beginning to make sense. But then again the night was still young and the worksheets seemed endless.
"This question hurts my brain!" It had to be the billionth time I had circled back to the same god forsaken math equation. He glanced at me and I could practically see the words forming for his next snarky comment.
"Is it possible for a equation to leak off the page and constrict my brain within my skull?" That definitely delayed any choice words that were about to leave his mouth.
"Can math turn into a snake? I think that the subject may be dangerous to my health. Like what if it's a venomous snake? I don't know about you but I don't want to be poisoned today or any day for that matter." He gave me a funny look that drew creases across his forehead.
"Are you physically unable to stop the constant stream of idiocy leaking from the space between your ears?" Ouch. I resisted sticking my tongue out at him (I'm not sure why, but that seems to be my default when I can't think of a witty come back".
"You can't answer a question with a question." I said under my breath (yes I definitely was a toddler).
"I can when the question is irrelevant." I rolled my eyes.
"Can you help me?" Arguing was not getting me anywhere and I didn't know how much longer he would be able to stay. Tsukishima scooted closer to take a look at the eraser worn paper. He leaned over my shoulder for a better look. He must not have noticed the breech in personal space but I sure did. For a moment I was convinced that he would be able to hear my heartbeat, or the blood thunder in my ears. He was too close. When my phone buzzed around the tabletop I jumped and collided with Tsukishima toppling him backwards and sending his glasses askew.
"Sorry" I said already reaching for the now silent device. Of course it was Natsumi, her radio silence had been concerning especially since she had pre warned me of the unavoidable mild harassment that was guaranteed to come my way.
From Natsumi-
ARE YOU USING PROTECTION?!
Why me? I would have ignored her but my phone was buzzing again.
From Saya-
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
"That must be a pretty important text." Crap. First I knock him over now I'm getting distracted.
"It's nothing, just some people being annoying. "Please! Please let me not make even more of a fool of myself" I mentally begged. We sat back down and Tsukishima started to again explain the question I had left off on.
"Like I was saying before you need to write the equation using the information in the question." He was further away now… That's probably for the best, I mean It's not like I needed another distraction.
"I understand that part but what do I do with the second equation?" Bzzzz! Bzzzz! If it wasn't for the fact that I kind of needed that phone I would have been throwing it against a wall about now. Shooting Tsukishima what I hoped was an apologetic look I took a peak at the lit up screen.
From Mai-
Why aren't you answering?
Are you to busy drawing that angry giant?
I turned to Tsukishima and hid the phone behind me.
"Just give me one minute to deal with this," I held up a finger as if it were proof that it really would only take a minute. He sighed and I took that as the go ahead to leave the room.
Group text-
To who this may concern and by that I mean all of you I am calling a cease fire or so help me god I will hunt down every one of you
P.S. I know where you all live…
Yes that was definitely the correct approach. Send a thinly veiled threat to all of your nearest and dearest friends that should get them to stop. But… just to be safe I left the phone in the hall closet, under a pile of towels, and sheets then I closed the door and went back to my room.
Note to self: hiding your phone is the sure fire way to stop harassing texts from your besties; probably should have thought of that to begin with. With the loss of the buzzing irritation I managed to finish my homework (possibly for the first time since… Since… Actually I don't remember the last time). With a promise to clean up my notes and to pay more attention in class (whether or not I abide by that last one is still a pending matter) Tsukishima left which then concluded- rest against the wood paneling. Who would have thought that a little over an hour would be so draining. I've heard of workaholics going crazy because of the high stress lives they lead and to be honest I couldn't blame them.
"Kei-chan!" Mizuho poked her head over the banister from upstairs.
"Why are the towels vibrating?"
"Electric toothbrush?" I said with a shrug.
She rolled her eyes. "Just put it away when you come back up."
I decided that walking like a normal person was Too much effort. Instead I crawled upstairs while my sleep saturated thoughts swirled in my head like one endless whirlpool. He was kinda nice today, and the stuff we went over made sense. I passed the front closet and pulled out my phone on the way to my bedroom. I didn't bother looking at the screen; I could deal with all the chatter tomorrow.
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