Help me to love again (finished)

Chapter 24: «This is not to have pity, Pete but to sympathize...»

POV Vegas

I'm in a bad mood. It's rare that it happens to me but when it does... don't look for me. I'm moving from corridor to corridor on my way to class this afternoon. I realized that I hadn't done my industrial law homework and that I didn't understand it. I didn't dare to ask the class group for help, I don't know why. I want to ask Pete if he can help me out, hoping that asshole Porsche doesn't stop him.

We have to return it before tonight. I am very scared when I walk through the classroom door. Everyone hasn't arrived yet, but Pete and Porsche are there, looking in very good spirits. A few people from the class are around them, probably discussing non-interesting topics.

I feel my stomach tighten when I see Pete's hand in Porsche's. I make no comment as I sit next to the noisy group. I put on my earphone to listen to my music thoroughly and I wait for the minutes to pass until the teacher arrives.

POV Pete

I saw Vegas with a closed face. He doesn't say hello to anyone, probably preferring to be alone. He ignored my gaze when he sat down next to me and took out his things as if there was no one next to him.

The group of the class that is with me and Porsche exchange a confused look, wondering why Vegas is sulking. Did he have a bad time? I turn my head towards Porsche when he leans a little on his table to call Vegas.

I wave to the group to leave so that Vegas isn't intimidated to know that so many people listen to it. All leave without discussing, but without forgetting to look at Vegas, worried.

- Hey Vegas?!

Porsche reaches out his arm to call him out of his musical trance. Vegas looks annoyed as he takes off his headphones.

- What?

Porsche takes the tone that is used badly. Vegas gives him a murderous and insolent look before looking down at his table. Porsche looks at me and huffs irritably.

- Fix it. I don't want to talk to someone so withdrawn. I risk losing patience.

I nod, ready for this. Porsche pulls away from me and I bring my chair closer to that of Vegas. I whisper softly:

- Vegas...everything alright..?

Vegas raises a hand and tells me dryly:

- I don't want to talk, understand?

Porsche immediately leans in to say:

- Hey... don't talk to Pete otherwise I'll throw you out the window of this room.

Vegas opens and closes her mouth before looking down. This behavior is unusual. So as not to ruin my chances of speaking with him, I ask Porsche to calm down.

-Let me do.

Porsche takes a breath and shifts. I lean back to Vegas to say:

- Is something bothering you that you're in this state?

Vegas looks me straight in the eye, looking worried. He starts playing nervously with his hands.

- I...I'm...a little embarrassed...I...I didn't do the homework in industry law and...I didn't understand it. ..I spent the night on it trying to figure it out and...I couldn't...That's why I haven't slept and I'm in a bad mood. I'm sorry for misbehaving...I get a little sensitive when I can't accomplish what I want to do...and I don't know how...to ask you for help...

Vegas stiffens and looks at me with an expression that mixes frustration and panic. I discover another facet of the personality of Vegas. He is much more sensitive than he shows. I sigh lightly and say, stepping closer to him.