Progress
It's the second day. You woke up a little late this morning, so you had to rush. You run to your class building quickly. You can hear the warning bell as you try to take your shoes off. For some reason, when you have the least amount of time, everything takes so much longer to do.
You throw your indoor shoes on and speed to your classroom. Slamming the sliding door open, the entire class looks at you.
The first period teacher has an irritated face on, and she motions with her hand to get in your seat.
"Sorry," you whisper as you bow slightly and quickly head to your desk.
By the time you drop all of your things onto the floor and fall into your chair, you're out of breath.
"You're so loud." A (by now) familiar voice says to your left. Tsukishima looks at you with a confident face but no smile.
You squint your eyes in irritation and whip your head around to face him. He's looking straight at you, almost physically piercing you with his golden orbs. You look at the floor then back at him, feeling your cheeks glow, and stomach turn.
"Sorry, I was late and didn't want a permanent late mark in my attendance," you respond with much attitude, as you start taking your school supplies out of your backpack.
"So sassy. Did your ugly face need some extra beauty sleep? It doesn't look like it worked."
Your jaw drops.
"Asshole."
You guys are whispering, but not quiet enough, because the entire class is dead silent and looking at you two. Including the already angry teacher.
"(Last name), Tsukishima. Please talk to me after class." Your teacher says, humiliating you guys in front of everyone.
Your eyebrows jump a mile high. You feel the back of your eyes go warm. You might cry. The students in your past schools never liked you, but the teachers always adored you. What happened?
Shithead. Four eyes. Stupid.
You steal a glance at him. He's slightly smiling, looking straight ahead, one hand twirling his pencil, the other holding his head.
What the hell? He's not upset at all. Why?
You try to focus on the lesson for the rest of the period, but it's hard having the teacher's words constantly nagging you. Finally, you're done. You slowly get up from your seat, then hear Tsukishima slowly do the same, close behind.
You guys reach her outside of the class door. Her arms are folded across her chest, and she sighs.
"You guys aren't in trouble. However, you guys were disrupting the class. Please make sure it never happens again, or there will be consequences next time."
She walks away, heels clicking on the floor. We watch her back until she turns a corner.
You sigh, legs shaking, holding onto Tsukishima's arm without thinking. Three seconds after realizing what you did, you quickly jump away from him.
"What are you doing?" He says while laughing.
Your entire face is crimson.
"Whatever. I was scared." You start walking back in the classroom.
"About what?" He follows behind.
"Getting in trouble, what else? Teachers never get mad me." You dump yourself into your seat.
Tsukishima calmly slides back into his. You lay your arms down, folded on the table, resting your head on them, facing Tsukishima.
He copies you.
DID HE JUST COPY ME???? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
You guys are facing each other, while laying your guys' heads on the desks.
"Teachers pet. They're the worst. Annoying as hell," he says as he turns his head to face the wall.
"Shut up."
WE'RE TALKING WE'RE TALKING GAH WE ARE TALKING! ACTUALLY HAVING A CONVERSATION. SURE, SUPER IRRITATING, BUT BETTER THAN NOTHING, RIGHT?
The next teacher soon comes in.
***
It's finally the last period. 7 minutes before class ends, you notice, as you check the time on your phone.
You had lunch with Yuna, like yesterday. Today, Yamaguchi came to Tsukishima's desk. You kept side eyeing him, and was super embarrassed when Yuna kept teasing you about sitting so close to him. You want to talk to him so bad. You don't know why.
Tomorow is Wednesday, the promised day for the school guide.
I basically know how to get around the entire school by now. Why are we still doing it? I mean, at least it means more time spent with him.
"You seriously have a staring problem," he comments as he focuses on copying down the notes on the white board.
Oops. Was I looking at him? I didn't even notice. I am facing him right now, and I didn't turn my head or anything. Yikes. I actually might.
"No I don't. If anything, you do for noticing me looking at you," you confidently explain.
"So you admit to staring at me?" He smiles.
Shit. Whatever.
Class ends, and you guys both start quickly packing your things up. You sense someone walking up to your desk area.
"Tsukki, let's go."
You turn to see Yamaguchi standing in between your desks.
Tsukki??????
"Tsukki?"
Oops. Said that out loud.
Tsukishima has an embarrassed face for half a second then completely cools down, with a slightly irritated look and reddened cheeks. He roughly puts the last of his belongings in his bag.
He's embarrassseddddddddddd.
"Yeah, let's go Tsukki!" You hit his shoulder. Or more like mid-arm, and start exiting the classroom.
"Gomen, Tsukki." Yamaguchi apologizes while nervously smiling and rubbing his neck as he glares at him.
They quickly catch up to you, then pass you, as he pushes your arm forward with his elbow even though he clearly had enough space to walk without contacting you. Yamaguchi looks back and giggles. You can only see the back of his head, but you can tell that he is proudly smiling.
You're annoyed, but decide to be nice and let it go.
You quickly run past them towards the gym.
I'll beat him there.
"That's what we're doing?"
You hear his footsteps getting closer as you start to get more tired. His long ass legs make it easier to cover more distance. He easily surpasses you, so you slow down.
You're tired by the time you reach the doors. You're out of breath, hands on knees.
"You're so out of shape. That was barely anything." He's not as tired as you, but his breath is a little labored. He's a bit worn out too. Tough talk.
Slapping the wall, you violently slide the door open, and jump in. You slam the door on Tsukishima's face before he can enter.
"What's wrong with you, (last name)," you hear a muffled complaint from the door.
You laugh.
Serves you right.
SORRY it's been a minute. I will definitely post a lot more!!
-E :)