At long last, the bell finally chimed, signalling the end of period four. The students ran to be the first out of the classroom, pushing and shoving and barging into each other. Maths knew by now that telling them to be civil was about as useful as telling a volcano not to erupt.
Maths wasn't nearly as eager to get to have their lunch as the students were, though. Once they were sure that every single one of them had left the proximity of their classroom, once they had checked around every corner for snooping students, they shut their classroom door and shuffled into their chair.
They lifted their phone out of their drawer and texted their other half.
"Hi hun, are you okay? xx" they typed. They hadn't seen Art all day.
Art read the message, but, to Maths' dismay, she didn't reply.
They sighed, and placed their phone face down back onto their desk. Their gaze drifted to something else they kept in their drawer; a photo of Art and them on their first date.
***
They were sitting on a bench in the park together after feeding the ducks. Rain had began to patter over the pebbled pathway, and the two had looked for a place to shelter themselves from the tiny droplets of glass that fell from the grey sky.
Once they had finally found a sheltered bench to sit on, the incessant downpour had ceased a few seconds later.
"Just our luck!" Art had exclaimed after they'd finished laughing.
"The sun on the lake looks so beautiful..." Maths looked behind them; the sun cast a sheen of golden light over the lake.
"Should we take a photo?" she had asked, pulling out her phone...
***
They were sitting on the bench, sheltered by a red umbrella polka-dotted in white. The blue lake was visible just behind them.
That date had been a month ago now, before they'd officially gotten together. So much had changed.
They'd done something to upset Art; again. But, unlike the previous time, Maths hadn't been able to console her overnight. They still hadn't the faintest idea of what they'd done.
Who could they ask for advice...
PSHE, maybe?
They'd never been to the counsellor's office, but they'd heard good things.
Maths was always apprehensive of sharing with emotions and ideas with others, but, maybe, he could give talking to PSHE a try.
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General Fiction(INCOMPLETE) --------------------- COVER ART BY FIGARO (@Figaro711) ART DIRECTOR/CREATOR: FIGARO WRITER/CO-CREATOR: ME PLOT DIRECTOR/CO-CREATOR: RAVEN ------------------------ Last Resort High is a haven for delinquents. This school accepts any stud...
