Into The Night

Forty-Eight

The preparation for the competition was rather stressing. . . and it almost consumed most of my time. When I get too much of it, I hang out to the dirt track and there was rarely a time when I wouldn't fall but with the safety gear, injuries are avoided.

It would cause Taylor to shake her head in disapproval most of the time when I'd skip reviewing time. Just a couple of hours. . . about twice that week, so far.

Yet, even with her disapproval and the fact that I am procrastinating, I quickly got to the part of history about Alexander the Great, and damn how great that guy is. . . and I got through the documentaries very rapidly, after so I got to the part of Napoleon Bonaparte and Julius Caesar. Wow.

It's already Friday, yet I've decided to spend the whole day here. For some reasons, I didn't like the idea of going back to the track for today.

I was watching the documentaries while reading the books simultaneously like I've done homeworks while watching movies. . . it's almost the same thing.

I need to go out, actually. I took my earphones off and placed it on the keys of Niall's laptop. I have a feeling that even if I leave it here, no one would bother taking it.

"Where are you going?" Taylor asked, and that's the first time she actually talked directly to me ever since the you-know-whats happened.

"Out." I answered, glad to know that I am not that rude to her to answer.

"Well, I know that but what the hell do you mean 'out?'" She asked and suddenly I had the urge to ask her if it was her business. . .

My mind barely debated about it.

I raised an eyebrow as I took the sweater off the chair, because it was a part of my uniform. "Was it your business?"

"Seeing as you're my teammate, yes, it is." She replied, her tone very strict with a side of her old formality. It's almost the same as how a boss talks to her workers.

"I'm hungry." I said and it wasn't a lie. I'm really, really hungry. Actually, I'm not in the mood for an argument with her but if she keeps that attitude up, one might break off.

"Mr. Delfin said he'd just provide lunches for us." She said.

I scoffed but then, I realised, maybe she wanted to stop me because I've been skipping hours of reviewing. Well, that realisation took quite a bit.

"It'll only be a second." I replied coolly and then I smirked a bit, "I promise."

She opened her mouth to say something but I walked away before she was able to. I wasn't lying to her, like I said, I was just hungry and I really needed something to eat.

I bought a taco from the cafeteria, special today and a juice box. I went back to the library. A few students looked at me as I was eating and it's not allowed in the library but I am really hungry.

I sat back to where I was from and took the top sweater off. It was comfortably warm here anyways. . . and then I continued with what I was doing earlier.

It was a while until Mr. Delfin gave us some lunch and actually let us eat inside the library. I didn't want to be rude so even though I was full, I ate with them.

Mr. Delfin sat on our table, eating his spaghetti. "You, Harold, have a knack of getting in trouble."

I nodded, not one bit have I found that offensive.

He smiled a bit, "Now, I'm gonna have to ask you not to bail out on me during review time. Where have you been heading?"

I shrugged, I reckon I should just apologise. Admittedly, that was wrong. "Sorry, sir, won't happen again." No promises.