"It" Can't Be Helped (Revised) | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

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Today was truly testing my patience, and it was barely lunchtime. Maybe it was because I was tired. Lately, that's all I felt was fatigue. I could put up a facade with the others, maybe mention that I didn't sleep well. However, I wasn't a complete idiot. By replacing cutting with vomiting, I've given myself even worse side effects. It could be a myriad of things; dehydration, electrolyte imbalance, malnutrition. I couldn't be certain of the exact cause of my exhaustion, but I knew it was rooted in my habit.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the teacher scolded the room again. I tuned back into my surroundings, realizing that nothing had changed. It was getting closer to the end of the year and it'd become typical for my classmates to chatter and dawdle when they were supposed to be paying attention. My eyes flickered over the desks, seeing several faces positioned away from the blackboard. I moved my eyes to the front where our teacher stood. After a few brief moments, she realized she'd been ignored and relented to continuing the lesson for those of us who actually cared.

Scanning the blackboard, I noticed I'd spaced out for a good portion of the class and missed several minutes of note-taking. Grabbing my pencil, I poised it above my notebook and began furiously scribbling down as much information as I could in order to catch up. Unfortunately, when I turned the page, I saw I'd reached the end of the notebook. I inwardly groaned. We were so close to ending the school year and I had to open a fresh one. With a sigh, I turned to grab my bag and set it on my lap. After rifling through its contents, I thankfully found a spare notebook. I pulled it out, but the spiral caught on the fabric for a moment before breaking free. My elbow knocked into the textbook atop my desk, subsequently throwing it to the floor.

There was a loud yelp beside me and I rushed to grab my fallen book, whispering my apology. I'd barely spoken a word when the teacher's voice boomed above the rest of the noise. "That's enough! Everyone pull out some paper. For the remainder of class, I want complete silence as you write me an essay on the importance of a quiet classroom!" The idle chitchat in the room dissolved as my peers realized how screwed we were. A muffled groan sounded beside me and my eyes flickered over to my desk mate. He had been the one to yelp when my textbook fell, and when our eyes met, his narrowed.

He pointed down to his shoe, keeping his voice low as he spoke. "You scuffed the leather, don't you have any idea how much these loafers cost?" I was about the mouth out an apology, but someone behind the boy snickered.

"Dude, he'd probably pass out if he knew." His tone was condescending and another kid, along with my desk mate all laughed.

"Who's laughing?!" The teacher barked from her desk. The entire classroom visibly flinched and I ducked my head down closer to my notebook. I began writing out the beginning paragraph of my paper before I felt a nudge on my shin. I looked down and spotted the scuffed shoe of my neighbor before trailing my gaze back up to its host.

He scowled at me, "this is all your fault, dumbass." He whispered. "If you hadn't thrown that book at me, we wouldn't have to do this." I had half a mind to tell him to fuck off. First of all, I didn't throw shit, it'd been an accident. Secondly, he was just a part of the problem as the rest of the class. I'd noticed earlier that he'd been chatting with his friends, his feet kicked out into the aisle so he could turn and socialize with his friends. Had he been sitting properly and paying attention, my textbook wouldn't have hit him.

However, I knew better than to start an argument when we were already on the teacher's shit list. I simply rolled my eyes in response, but had to bite my tongue when I felt pain rattle up my shin from his kick. This fucker was riding on my last nerve. I gave him a glare, which he returned. "Dumbass," he muttered, "go see if sucking off the Headmaster can get you more than a scholarship." I blinked in shock, was he talking about Mephisto?