Note:
italics like this indicates A's fine calligraphic writing (A is talking)
bold words like this indicates B's heavy, gothic script (B is talking)
Beyond, do you understand what Professor Midori is talking about?
When do I ever?
Always. Anyway, can you help me after class?
You? Need help? You're like… perfect.
Hardly. L would be disappointed with my grades in here…
Oh yes. A 99.98 will be the death of you, because it's not a 99.99 or a perfect 100. :-p Get real.
It's really not good enough, I'm freaking out!
Beyond sighed before writing and passing the note back to A; Adrienne you're L's favourite and always will be. Don't let this get to you. It's really not healthy and I'm starting to worry about you. Your stress level is going through the roof… L
A rapidly read B's heavy gothic script, it's in great contrast to his own fine calligraphy.
Maybe so, but I don't want to be a disappointment.
You're not a disappointment to anyone!
Except my father…
Well your father was one crazy fuck. Don't let him get to you.
I'll try not to…
Tell me, why do we always go in circles li—
"B, if there is something that you would like to discuss, I suggest you do it with me after class." Professor Midori yanked the loose-leaf from beneath his pencil.
"Well certainly, if you'd like to hear about the amazing sex that Linda and I—"
"That is quite enough! Say no more. Report to Roger's office immediately!"
"But, Professor, being a Biology professor, teaching us about diseases, I was hoping that you could maybe diagnose this horrible itching that—"
Midori's face flushed, his ears bright red.
"Now!"
"Professor!"
The short man led Beyond to the door.
"May I go to the infirmary?"
"What—why?"
"I told you… the itching it's really bothering…" B's voice trailed off.
"Fine. A? You may accompany him to the infirmary. Make sure that that is the only place you two venture to."
"Of course." A stood up, gritting his teeth. He was already confused, he didn't want to be even more lost. Snatching up his black messenger bag, he stalked out of the room.
"Really? Linda?"
"Well, who else would I be sleeping with?" B was cracking up as they walked.
"Why do you always do that? Lie to the teacher? You could have just said we were talking about my grades." A seemed flustered.
"You're right. I could have… but I really do have a rash."
"Beyond… you didn't really sleep with…" A's eyes were wide.
"Nah. I just wanted to screw with him." B lifted his black shirt's sleeve to reveal an itching, dry patch of skin.
"You could fix that with lotion. Geez."
"I suppose, but that wouldn't be much fun. I'd rather wreak havoc on the school with you." B jokingly stuck his tongue out at B.
"You're hopeless." A groaned.
"But you love me anyway." B beamed.