The Remembering (Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction)

49. Studying

Chapter 49 - Studying

          The flipping of another page nearly caused me to go insane. My eyes were red and strained from staring at the tiny letters printed on the paper. The dryness in my mouth was begging for a glass of water, but the voice inside my head kept telling me to continue to study.

          Finals were coming up. It was the exams that had everyone at school on their toes, besides one student who could care less; Alex. As we sat in the library together, he was carelessly drumming his pencils on the table.

        The tapping irritated my wellbeing as I tried to focus. However, the obnoxious act made me boil with annoyance and anger.

       Without saying anything, my hand harshly grabbed one of the pencils out of his hands and threw it to the ground. I didn't bother to even glance at him, and quickly got back to my text book.

    "Hey!" Alex gasped in the second.

    I rolled my eyes, and shot him a quick death stare. 

    His arms went up in the air defensively. "Okay, okay," he settled with. 

    Finally, I went back to my studying, relieved that I killed off the annoying sounds. The chapter in the text book had only seemed to get longer and longer with every page I swept. More pages appeared with information I had to know by heart. 

       It was also getting late. Both Alex and I had been here at the local library since we left school. It was close to being 5pm, and the librarian would be closing up the doors soon.

      But I needed to cram in every bit of information before I left to go home, where I know I'll never get enough studying done, rather than being here at the library, where I know I can stay focus (with two or three interruptions by my obnoxious boyfriend).

      "Laila," he groaned. "We've been here forever now. Hell, we're the last ones to be in here." he pointed out, his hands gesturing in the air.

     He was indeed correct even though I hated to admit it. I heavily sighed and pushed my hair out of my face. 

        Gradually, I collected all my schools supplies that were dispersed across the table we had been sitting at. First, my text book was placed into my book-bag, then my folders and binder, and lastly, miscellaneous pens, highlighters, and pencils. 

I got up, nodding at Alex, who followed my lead.

    "Just a minute, I need to check out a book." he stated.

    A book? I shadowed behind him to the different towering aisles that were filled with books. It seemed that he knew where he was going, until ten minutes later of trudging behind him, it was clear he didn't have a clue.

    Glancing around, it had appeared we were alone, making me feel more comfortable to speak in our surroundings.

     "What book do you need, Alex?" I asked, crossing my arms with frustration in my tone.

    He shrugged his shoulders and walked down one of the endless aisles. His hand ran through his hair as his eyes glanced upon every book we passed. The brown hair boy was clearly ignoring me, but however, didn’t want to admit something he was hiding.

    "Lex," I groaned, grabbing his arm.

     Unexpectedly, my back was pinned up against the book self. Alex's body pressed into mine while his hands had a tight grip. A small smile appeared on his lips as they gazed my cheek.