Anachronism

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AN: Argh I'm sorry the sentence structure in this is so awkward

It was 25 Celsius, practically the hottest it gets on a summers day in Britain. A temperature that would be very, very enjoyable - if it actually managed to appear during the holidays, for once. Instead, everyone is stuck working in the most uncomfortable situation that could possibly be presented to anyone who lives here long-term.

I leaned back on my chair, doing what I assumed to be dying from the heat. On the other hand, however, was my close friend and my class neighbour, Dante (I much prefer the term "Partner in crime", though). He was on the edge of his seat, waiting eagerly to find out what test scores he got compared to mine - as normal as this behaviour was for him, I still found it strange.

"Yo, are you serious? An A? Dude, that's fucking amazing, that's one of the best grades in the class!"

"Yeah, thanks." I replied, as sincere as I could.

"Seriously though Dante, you gotta keep it down. You're shouting and we're standing out..." I paused, looking around. Thankfully, our teacher hadn't noticed, but the conversation from the people around us started to die down, and honestly, they looked pretty annoyed.

"...Quite a lot."

Dante nodded. I wasn't listening much for the rest of class. After all, it was just looking over our test papers to see if they'd been marked right.

Soon enough, the bell rang. The last lesson of the school day was over. Students filed out of classes one after another - it was a small school, but it still felt busy. I waited for Dante to pick up his stuff; I was pretty sure he said he had to go to the hospital after this, but it didn't matter. I was used to waiting for him anyway - his sickness does make him pretty slow, after all.

Dante had finished packing, and was looking at me with a smirk on his face.

"I can't take you with me to the hospital, y'know?"

"...Idiot. I'd never even consider that."