May 5th, 1985
You wrote down another answer, glancing over at Steves paper when he filled out the next question. "How did you get ahead of me?" You asked, looking over his study guide. "I may have skipped the whole last page." He said, before getting flicked with your pencil. Nancy and Jonathan chuckled, but a rather dramatic sigh came from beside you as weight shifted onto your shoulder.
"I know Billy...just five more minutes." You said, only hearing his mutter of a reply. "You said that ten minutes ago...lunch is almost over." His eyes flicked over to you when you didn't respond, watching as you completely zoned back into your work.
It had been like this for a week. The closer it got to finals, the more you ignored your boyfriend. He was slowly growing desperate for any form of affection from you, but no matter what, it wouldn't work.
Trying to hold your hand? You were busy writing.
Giving you a hug? A simple pat in response and nothing more.
A kiss? Good luck with that.
Any sort of other initiations? Shot down immediately with a small glare.
He hated it. Billy knew that you needed to study, but didn't expect you to go this full force for your finals. To be quite honest, it felt like he wasn't even there as you conversed with Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy. With a grumble, Billy quickly stood up and grabbed his bag. He only looked back for a breif moment to see if you had noticed, which you were completely oblivious to.
Feeling his heart slightly wrench at the sight of you scooting closer to Steve, he pushed the door open with a loud shove as he marched down the hallways. Going to sit outside his sixth hour, he sunk down to the floor and started to chew on a piece of gum before anxiously folding the wrapper.
"Mr. Hargrove, didn't expect to see you here so early...especially without Ms. (L/n)." Mrs. Flemming greeted, watching as the boy rolled his eyes. Unlocking her classroom door, she nudged her head inside. "If you would like to talk, my door is open." Billy glanced at her as she entered her room, refusing to move more a moment, and then getting up and trudging inside.
Harshly tossing his bag onto his chair, Mrs. Flemming watched as he sat himself on his desk while wringing his fingers. "She is fucking ignoring me." He whispered in a tone loud enough for her to hear. "Mm, is she in her finals zone?"
"Her what?"
Mrs. Flemming fixed the papers on her desk with a small sigh, "Her finals zone...thats what we teachers call it anyway. When it gets down to the final stretch she shuts down on nearly everything that isn't school related...last year we even had to have a staff memeber make sure she was eating at lunch." At her words Billy felt a bit more at ease knowing he hadn't done anything wrong, but he was still irked by your constant avoidance of anything he did.
"I know it can be bothersome..." Mrs. Flemming started once again, seeing the small look of dejection across his face. "...but try to think of it as if you were her. Her whole life has been about school and grades, she was even asked to write the graduating speech for your class. This is her final year until all the pressure is off, so right now I am sure she is stressed."
The bell rang, both of them going quiet for a moment as Billy rubbed his face. "I think I deserve a fucking hug. Even her just letting me know I exist would be damn near perfect!" He stopped at students started to pile in, Mrs. Flemming sending him a look of condolence as he moved his bag and slumped down into his seat.
You walked in, immediately attracting his eyes as your face was shoved into another textbook. Without even so much as a glance his way, you sat down in your seat and managed to continue reading the passage as you got out your study guide and notes. "Alright class! Today we will just be working on the study guide, you may work in groups of your choosing!" Mrs. Flemming announced.
