At the Back of The Class

Mindless Brainrot

About an hour and 5 minutes have passed since that thought was born in your head. Sure it did have a nice ring to it- but was it okay to ever use it? That was a pathetic question, but it did exist for no good reason.

What was the point of thinking of it?

Was there really a Ven and the girl who blotted his face and jacket? You didn't necessarily mean it in a romantic sense, it's just that you weren't sure if you really were in the equation. Suppose it was okay for you to be more than just a classmate and it was alright for you to initiate a conversation like a friend.

If it'd be alright to get closer.

There was no 'probably' there. There was only a 'maybe'. And in this context, those were two different things. Probably would infer that there was a bigger could than couldn't. But it wasn't like you could shove that couldn't in the trash- after all, he was the one who said it first. Ven didn't need to say it, he didn't need to do it. Did he just want something or did he care? You couldn't put a finger on it the same way you couldn't put a finger on last year's math exam which was just as fresh as a rotting corpse in your head. So it was a maybe. Maybe you could do it. It may be this or may be that. Maybe was just as vague and confusing as those answers you wrote on that test (Kevin was miraculously -30.5 ft tall). It wasn't anything much to go by, it was like asking where the restroom was and their only response was something along the lines of: somewhere over there, and you just nod your head and walk in that direction but not knowing where to go next and ignoring your human urges. Was it helpful? No, absolutely not. But it was an answer. It didn't have to be enough, it just had to be there.

It made it way easier to give up.

Sometimes you wish you could put as much thought into something like this into literally anything else and keep it that way. That felt like too big of a wish. Well it's a wish for a reason, and it'll stay that way- probably.

You looked at your table, hoping for Lady Luck to show you a sign of something, anything. And like a youth finding an ancient prophecy carved into stone by some wise oracle guy years and years before you were even born- you spotted the same pair of markings you did earlier this morning.

That glorious middle finger. The closer you look at it, the more it started resembling a ding-dong magical wand that could be used to summon babies in a ritual from whatever hellish realm they spawn in.

Well, you did say anything, didn't you?

So there you were, still stuck in the middle ground of a maybe. At least there, you had an excuse to not get hurt (or at least pretend that you didn't). There was an excuse to not try. So you wouldn't be so dedicated to that cause, so when it eventually failed- it was okay to leave it at that. It was easier to say when things got muddled.

Now, maybe it was all okay to get a bit closer. It was easier to think like that.

But what now?

You looked to Ventus. He looked as if he was fighting for his life trying to stay awake before slumping down into his desk. Who thought it was a good idea to give lectures on the first day of class anyway?

You blinked. Your hand wavering near your pen.

Almost immediately- Roxas glared over at you like an ill-tempered bodyguard with a sixth sense.

Yeah, not again. Not today at least.

You tore your hand away from the pen and Roxas turned his head back to the front. All was right in the world. Well, at least you'd hope so. At this point, your scarce brain cells began to melt away, mixing and mashing whatever was in there to some fantastical wasteland built on some core memories for you to live in for about another hour or so with no distractions. This time, it was your first run-in with Wattpad and the word 'lemon' in the tags.