Reverie and Nightmares

3

The last bell of the day rang, and students immediately excused themselves out, as many knew that that was the unwritten rule in how to be a student 101.

No one should blame anyone, though. Students work longer hours than most adults these days, and that just won't change with the way the boat is rowing. Students wake up at six in the morning, (at least, the responsible do) eat breakfast slowly, quickly, or not at all, and get our asses in a seat for the next hour and a half, and then we rotate to the next and rinse and repeat. Lunch isn't that long of a period either, since it's held in class, and students are still not allowed to use phones. A broken policy, yes, and it's one Ryuga's brought up to Jiro countless times, but she just won't bother biting at the school; almost as if it's an accepted moral to not NEED phones for an 'education' at all, even if everyone is just eating.

Whether you were an afterschool person or a home runner, it doesn't matter much in the aspect of teenage student life. Ryuga knew that he'd have to cut off one of his meetings in the student council board if he knew that he would be getting help from Mikan, and in turn, helping her too.

He packed up his bags last and pulled out his finds when he realized one thing.

Shit, I still don't have her phone number. Things are gonna be very, very hard trying to get the help I need and trying to help her too.

The thought would lead to another, and this one much more brilliant. Wait, I can just ask for her number, and then we can talk through that way! No more need to hand the notebook back and forth, and people are more likely to tap on a screen quicker than hold the pencil anyways! Oh, boy. Brain, you are a damn genius! His intellect had been majestic, and he even couldn't avoid raising his hand, but it had reached a fool's end, as he realized the more possible downfall.

"Oh wait, she might not even have a phone... Her house situation was already bad, now I imagine it is even harder to obtain a phone with service." He sighed as he looked outside the window to see a very orange sky, like the one he'd seen the day he met Mikan Alexander in the library.

In most subcultures with teenage manga and movies, the main student would sit by the back nearest the closest window, but Ryuga had been unfortunate to have that title. He, as a student council member, had to stay above all to keep his grades as perfect as can be, and so sitting in front would mean he'd have the power.

But it does make sense since teachers can't see the faces of the people in the back the entire time to realize they were slacking off. A person like Ryuga doesn't deserve that treatment, and so the lesser ranked student should hold that placement, but school follows outdated tradition, and that was final.

Ryuga was grateful it had only been him in the room, as it'd be the shittiest pain to cover up why he cared so much whether Mikan had a phone or not. He laughed it off, buying himself a Fanta in the vending machine and walking to the library.

2

"Oh, so that's what you meant, huh? Gosh, I'm sorry that I'm horrible at this. Quadratic formula and the, what was it called again? Normal probability distributions in stats class just give me the biggest headache." He complained, and he complained some more.

They had not taken the library this time, as they'd already been there a million times. Ryuga fancied a diner, and Mikan accepted it hesitantly until he brought up that he'd pay for her meal, and so she agreed with open hands.

Mikan, who was sitting next to him, gave him the look a person makes when they see a wounded dog, but it wasn't like she'd hug him because she treated him that way. Their friendship was still very new and that wouldn't be the good thing to do, as even she knew it wouldn't be.