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𝙔/𝙉'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

"𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏 𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙉, 𝙔/𝙉!"

"𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔!"

My fingers twist the small knob of the speaker playing one of my favourite songs, Virus of The Mind by STARKILL. It's a great song, kinda metal, kinda rock, but I don't really care. I'm the type of person to listen to fucking anything as long as it's good.

Anyways, I continue to jam out to Virus of The Mind. My H/C hair whips around my face as I jump up and down and swing my head side to side.

"Dude, stop! I'm doing my homework! The music's too loud!" B/N calls from the neighboring room. "If the music's too loud, you're too fucking old!" I laugh, humming and singing along to the familiar tune.

"You're older than me, you fucking idiot!"
"Oh, whatever!"

"Y/N, B/N, get down here! Lunch is ready!" Mom calls from the floor below. "Coming!" Me and my brother say in unison. I hear quick footsteps from outside my room, which tells me B/N went down.

I pause my music and scurry down the staircase. '𝘖𝘩 𝘦𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘮'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍/𝘍! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘜𝘙𝘎𝘏𝘏𝘏.'

𝘿𝙚𝙚'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑

Now normally, I'm not one to complain about people's music taste. I don't care what they listen to. But when the same song is on repeat for about an hour? I start to get a little judgemental.

Y/N has been playing Virus of The Mind for the past 45 minutes. Forty five fucking minutes.

Don't get me wrong, it's a good song. But after hearing it for three days straight, song being on loop for approximately 45 minutes each time, it starts to get a little vexatious.

The music finally stops. '𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.'

I don't yet know what to do with my weekend, so I've been scrolling through social media, bored out of my mind.

Well, I guess not talking much is okay, because of what happened yesterday at school.

••• ғʟᴀsʜʙᴀᴄᴋ •••

I sit outside on a bench, reading my book peacefully while waiting for my client. The bell rings. I hear some heavy breathing before said person hops over the back of the bench to sit beside me.

"You're late." I state, but the tone of voice in my words clearly tell him I want to know why.

"The teacher wouldn't let us go on break! Or even let us use the bathroom!" He whines before continuing, "I'm so fucked!"
"Yeah, you're fucked," I smirk. "If you don't give me what I need."

"Uh.. Yeah, yeah." He slides a wad of cash out of his pocket. "Not so obvious." I scold, and he slides it over to me in a less obvious way.

"Listen, Dee. Will this work out? It's an oral exam." He worries, obviously doubting my capabilities. "Statistically speaking, the chance of you passing this test on your own are completely null."

I take the ear piece out of my pocket before continuing. "So you got in touch with me. Just stick this in your ear." And he takes the earpiece. "And- And how does it work?"

I decide to demonstrate. "Can you hear me?" I ask through the small microphone connected via technology to the earpiece. "Mhm." My client nods.

"Let's say it's question seven. The definition of energy. Repeat after me: 'Energy is the physical quantity which is characterized by the body and systems of ability to perform a certain task'" I recite, and my client leans over while copying my words to see the title of my book, also catching Y/N in his view as well.