Symphony Of Lies (Inked Hearts 2)

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AN:
This chapter is dedicated to @sd_luvs_bangtan for finishing reading DOF faster than anyone else 💜

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Her first person pov:

Not looking up from the pages of my textbook that sits in my lap, I blindly reach over to the coffee table for my mug and mindlessly sip another gulp past my dry and cracked lips and swallow my tea that has long gone cold.

After getting my results back for our midterm exams I was both relieved, proud, and disappointed in myself. I passed my major class exams with flying marks and did extremely well for myself, but some of my other classes that... I'm not as interested in... didn't go so well. High enough marks not to have done badly, but nowhere near where others- where I'd hoped to be.

With a slow blink, I run my tongue over the points of my teeth and shift my jaw as I try to ease the building ache in my shoulders. But I've pushed through fatigue and hunger before, and I won't let disappointment stop me now.

Lightly tapping my finger on the thin page, I refocus my eyes and get back to studying. My eyes run over the text again while my mouth starts to mime the words for when I'll need to be able to recite and write them in.

This is both material that I saw on the test and did badly because of, and what I'll need to have a deeper understanding of for our final exams. But my strategy for this kind of material has never been to fully understand and grasp the concepts, but to memorize the lines, names, and confusing definitions.

"You're not seriously studying right now!" A lavender-like tone meets my ears, and I look up to see the face of my friend Beth staring down at me with an astronomy book of star charts clasped in one of her hands folded over her chest.

"We just had our mid-term exams, we've got the weekend off for the first time in months, and you're already studying for finals. Unbelievable." she rolls her periwinkle-blue eyes and plops down next to me with a huff.

"You're one to talk," I narrow my eyebrows at her and tug at the corner of her book playfully. "I believe this is also class material."

Shooing my hand away, she crosses one fuzzy boot-covered foot over the other and wiggles her shoulders into the couch cushions. "It's not work because it's classwork for my major which I not only chose for myself but happen to love studying. Which is more than I can say for you." She says with a pointed glance at the science book in my lap.

Sighing, I hug the book slightly to my chest and roll my bony shoulders, but I don't argue with her, not when she's right. I love my major, more than I ever thought was possible to love a topic, and though a person always needs breaks, I feel as though I could pour over those books for hours without end. But for some of my other classes...

"I need this to stick in my head," I say looking back down at my book. "I didn't do nearly as well as... as I hoped."

"You got a twelve," Beth argues as she ties her grey-brown hair into a beautiful messy bun with zero effort. "That's a good grade."

"Still. Why take the class if I'm not going to try at all?"

"Ok, but did you choose to take the class, or was it... suggested?" When I don't answer she sighs and fiddles with the pages of her book before biting her lip and continuing. "All, I'm saying is, after graduation what are you going to get a job in? Because I know for sure, you'd be miserable in science."

"Thanks," I mutter sardonically but with no bite to it. I know she's right. After I get my degree, I don't plan on ever picking up a neuroscience book ever again, and sometimes I don't even know why I'm taking it in the first place, but I should make the best with what I've got in front of me and there's no point complaining about it now.