My alarm was making a loud ass noice, that's why I'm awake, I can't blame it tho, it's what an alarm is supposed to be doing. I changed into a black sweater with a black tee under, and some brown cargo pants. I wore some All Stars Converse with it. All my steps made small sounds, I tried to be silence.
I hurried as I was trying to be packing my school bag, cause today was school, to be honest with you, I didn't had a good sleep, the look of the Brit had kept me awake, he's different than people I'm used to, but in a positive way. He's tall, but skinny, most of the people I know aren't, they like to show off their muscular body, sure, I do have some muscles, but far not as them, but I think I have way more than him.
My backpack was hanging on my right shoulder, I took an apple for breakfast, before heading out, I walked up to a small cafe, to look trough some notes, I still don't know what everything means, yes, I made them myself, but the amount of scribbles makes it everything but readable. I took a deep breath before trying to continue, my hands were in my hair as I got frustrated at the fact I couldn't do it. This always happens, don't know why, it feels like loosing, and loosing isn't good.
I left the small cafe at 8.15, 15 more minutes untill the bell rings of school, I walked school in at 8.28, and the bell rang as I stepped in, my place in the class was in the corner in the back, no idea why they thought giving me this place was a good idea. I let out a frustrated sigh as I placed my books onto the table, I sat alone, that's why I leaned against the wall and had one feet onto the chair next to me.
The lessons was boring, untill someone knocked on the door, the door opened, and there he was, the Brit.
"Hey- sorry sorry I couldn't find any classes and I couldn't find the school I'm sl sorry!-"
He said without any breath, the teacher nodded and didn't care for this time he was late, I wasn't focusing anymore at them, cause they started to talk, and it wasn't hearable for me. I started making small drawings, I like the draw the human body, not that I'm good at it, but I hope I can learn it and get better.
My hand stopped drawing stuff down when I fell someone removing my feet, it was him, for so far I see he's supposed to sit next to me, oh. I loved the space alone to be honest, the teacher continued as he was settled down a bit, someone gave a soft punch against my arm which made me look up.
"Could you help?"
He whispered with his accent hearable a lot.
"No."
I didn't feel like helping, cause I had no idea where the lesson was about.
"Why not?"
He asked, his voice was hurt, hah.
"Cause I don't even know what we are doing, so how do you want me to help?"
He didn't answer and stole my note book, he looked up at me confused.
"Where the fuck are you're notes?"
"Not there."
"Where then?"
"No where."
He looked defeated, and ripped the page out of my book, ouch.
"Hey!- I was working on that! Why did you do that?"
I slapped his wrist, wich made him visible in pain as he bit his lip, I took my note book back, he wasn't even allowed to see that.
"Was that needed? To fucking slap me? I did thag so you could focus."
"Shut it you two!"
The teacher yelled, both of us sighed. The lesson continued, I didn't focus on anything, I was sketching again.
