The Day We Met

Little Man

Second update of the day!

Hope you all like it!

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Professor Mathurada was running late once more, so Beam remained in the hallway idly arranging the papers in his hands. Forth arrived a short while later and kept as far away from Beam as she could. Beam was in charge of reducing that gap.

He held out the papers and said, "Here."

With an expression that mingled confusion and loathing, Forth regarded them. "What is that?"

"Notes. For all this trash, you know."

Forth gave him a doubtful glance. He looked over the papers after taking them. He gave the remarks some time to sink in.

He mutely replied, "Thanks," and tucked the papers under his arm. "Beam—"

When the teacher passed them at that precise moment, Forth stopped talking.

Mathurada regarded them all in silence after they had all taken their seats. She smiled after that, but Beam knew nothing positive would happen.

She pulled a pile of papers out of her bag. "As we covered in the course, every now and then we will be having unannounced quizzes." and paused "Our first one will be today."

Forth exclaimed, "Shit."

Mathurada grinned more broadly. " We'll check your grades to determine if they justify that."

Beam was relieved to get the test in his hands after having spent the previous evening transcribing notes for Forth. Even then, some of the questions required him to read them twice due to their wording. He took a few seconds to comprehend the first one before he began writing.

"Fuck." Forth murmured.

He continued to write. moved on to the second one after that.

"Fuck."

Even though Beam felt bad for Forth, it was getting in the way.

Third question.

"Jesus fucking--"

Behind him, at the desk, Beam reclined. Forth understood the message and stopped talking.

For about five minutes.

"Shit fucking son of a--"

Rolling his eyes, Beam disregard Forth's noisiness.

Forth resumed his verbal barrage while they were leaving after the test and the subsequent lecture.

"What kind of bitch gives us a pop quiz on the second week of class?"

Even if his notes had arrived too late, Beam presumed that Forth was speaking to him because they were strolling side by side; hence, even if the gesture had gone unnoticed, it had at least been noticed.

"The kind who makes us read F. Scott Fitzgerald."

"What were those damn questions?"

"Really convoluted."

"Fucking shit." Forth uttered a snarling sound.

Beam stepped outside after opening the door for him.

"Hey, Beam." The tone of Forth was slightly less hostile and slightly more awkward. "I sometimes overreact so I'm--"

"You broke my nose. Consider us even."

Forth laughed. "Still think I'm a dick?"

Beam came to a stop and spun around to face Forth. He smiled.. "A huge one."