Something weird has been happening. This one guy has been talking to me. A lot.
It's like for some reason he can't leave me alone. Of course, he is friends with Feliciano, but he pays attention to me. It's almost kind of creepy. Every day, he greets me with "Hola, Lovino!" or "Buenos dias, Lovnio! Que pasa?" and naturally, I respond with "Spanish and Italian aren't the same language, idiot. Speak one I can understand." His name is Antonio. He's from Spain. I don't know why, but he smiles a lot and it gives me a headache.
I hope to god I didn't make a friend, because I don't want one. But Antonio always sits next to me and chats with me, as though I'm listening. I just bury myself deeper into my book and try my best to ignore him. The only time I don't mind him bugging me is when he genuinely needs academic help. However, some of the stuff he needs help with is kind of idiotic in my mind. Like last week:
"Ay! Lovino! Please help me!" Antonio said loudly while walking over to my desk.
"What is it you need now, idiot?" I grumbled, interrupted from my lunch.
"I can not understand las matematicas homework!" He kind of pouted in this weird way, which only made me sigh.
"It's only algebra, how can you not understand it?!" Algebra was a concept I knew quite well, and even enjoyed sometimes. The logic needed for it makes me feel better when I'm focused on it and not the absurdity of reality.
"But there are tres systems and cero solutions given! How can you expect me to find todos?!" He seemed really desperate for help. I only sighed. I suppose not being able to do it is understandable, but it still frustrated me.
"Fine, dumbass. Show me your paper." And from then I helped him. But only because he was being really annoying by constantly bugging me.
I don't understand people.