"That was really stupid, you know."
My pen smudged the page the wrong way as I yelped, startled, my chair scratching noisily against the tiled floor as I turned towards the sudden human presence.
She was leaning against the doorframe, wincing slightly at the noise, her arms crossed.
"I didn't even make much noise." I muttered, looking up at her, "Anyway, what's the deal? Why are you here?" I just wanted to get back to my homework, and was getting annoyed.
But also equally surprised that the devil downstairs would show up at my room's door this randomly.
Sanskriti sighed and took a few steps ahead, stopping by my desk and looking down at my math homework.
"What the heck is this?" She said abruptly.
"Math homework. Isn't it obvious?" I replied, sounding more irritable than I intended.
She scoffed and grabbed my pen from my hand, "Don't you have a second chair somewhere? No?" She looked around.
"So the princess finally decided to grace me with her presence?" I grumbled under my breathe.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed the back of the chair I was sitting on with one hand, standing beside me. She then leaned over the notebook, assessing the calculations.
I blinked.
Umm ma'am? You do realize you're too close, right ma'am?
Too close too close too close too close too close-
I watched as she leaned over my math homework, completely intrigued on what she'll have to say about it and how she'll say it...and nervous on how close she was.
She was so close...her hair fell down and brushed my shoulder...
My heart raced as her scent drifted to me, causing my face to heat up to an embarrassing degree.
Don't even dare look at her.
I shifted in my seat, trying to ignore her presence completely.
But God, she even smells like chocolate and coffee and...green apples.
Stop breathing her in you idiot. She has an ego the size of Jupiter. Keep your head down and keep doing the homework.
I leaned onto the table, putting my face too close to the notebook so that I could try to ignore her and romanticize the old notebook and ink.
She was having none of it.
"I'm trying to read." She gripped my hair and pulled my head back against the chair, making me look up at the ceiling as she read the equations.
Don't. Even. Glance. At. Her.
"It's basic math." I rasped out with my throat constricted due to my head's position, wanting to hide the fact that I'm barely getting through the damn thing right now.
Don't give her an ego boost. Don't give her ANYTHING!
"Yeah. And you've written wrong shit."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows shot up jerked up surprise as I tried to go back to normal, staring directly into her eyes.
Oh God, it was worse than I thought.
And of course, it had to be Sanskriti of all people to make me realize the level of my math.
Whom I should be mad at, by the way.
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