𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || EDDIE MUNSON

Cruel Kids

BRANDY sat at her desk, tapping the pen in her hand as she tiredly stared at the board in front of her. Her brain felt like a heaping pile of mush. Every time she began to concentrate on the board it was like the world became a haze, her eyes simply wouldn't focus. Her body was done for the day and her brain had simply decided to go to sleep. Even if Brandy desperately wanted to memorize the equations and formulas on the chalkboard, she simply couldn't.

The girl's brain kept going elsewhere, the buzzing light above her, the fly that kept running into the glass of the window, the sound of Nancy Wheeler chewing a piece of gum, Brandy even found the sounds of scribbling more interesting than what she needed to focus on. She let out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

The consistent scratching of the dry chalk against the blackboard was a constant, almost soothing as Brandy's eyelids became heavier by the moment. The fluorescent lights above-head suddenly weren't unreasonably bright anymore, they almost seemed dim to Brandy's tired eyes. The room became so understimulating that she just wished for sleep.

It was probably a bad idea, but Brandy laid her cheek against the desk. She scribbled small doodles on her scratch paper, just little things, flowers, shitty silhouettes, she tried to redraw bats similarly to those that Eddie had on his forearm as a last-ditch effort to keep her mind focused on something. But all attempts resulted in just that, futile attempts. Her pen soon stopped scribbling in her hand as her eyes slowly closed, her vision going blurry for a few moments as she eventually fell into slumber.

It wasn't a regular sleep, it was very light. She was still vaguely aware of her surroundings but in the moment she didn't know it. All there was for her was the dark behind her eyelids and distant sounds of chalk repetitively scraping with the occasional sonorous voice of the teacher that reverberated around the nearly silent room.

She didn't know how long she was asleep, blissfully unaware. All she knew was that the ringing of the bell lightly stirred her from sleep, that and the hand that was shaking her shoulder gently. Brandy sat up in a grog, wiping the drool from the side of her mouth. She looked up, looking at a smirking Eddie.

"Shit, we have tutoring." She mumbled.

"I don't mind the skip, you can nap out at my house if you need to." He told her.

"No, no." the blonde shook her head. "I'm okay, but if it's okay with you we can skip Bungie's."

"I'm fine with that, Becky's tired of seeing my sorry mug every Wednesday anyway." Eddie shrugged. Brandy just nodded as she slowly got her things together, slowly becoming more and more lucid from her small nap. "Come on, sleepy." He grabbed her things from her arms.

"I can carry them," Brandy insisted as she stood.

"Yet you don't appear to be in a rush to grab the books from me." Eddie simpered down at her.

Brandy just rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she fought away a grin that tried to appear, it was that look he gave her. That ingratiating smile that he had when he spoke to her so coyly. "Yeah," She sighed, playing the uninterested card. "Come on knight in shining armor."

"I actually prefer roguish ranger." He told her in jest, the two exiting the quiet silence of the classroom and into the busy halls.

"Yeah okay, Aragorn." Brandy let out a laugh.

"What?" Eddie chuckled. "I could totally be Aragorn, you see this shaggy hair?" He pointed to his head.

"Yeah," Brandy shook her head with a bright smile, Eddie loved making her smile, even if it wasn't hard to do so and he saw it often. "You totally look like you could fight off orcs and wargs," she said sarcastically.