Stay

Capiche?

A week later, we had a test in Stats. By we, I mean J.D and I. He sat in the seat behind me, considering there were no other options, but I didn't really care.
Anxious and fidgety, I bounced my leg and tapped my pencil between my fingers. I had never been good at math.
A quarter of the way through the test, something hit the back of my neck. I put my hand where I had felt something, and grabbed a tiny piece of a pencil eraser. I turned my head around to see J.D, a smirk on his face, taking his test. I let out a small sigh and continued working. I hated math and the last thing I needed was J.D trying to be a dick.
Another twenty minutes passed, and he began tapping his foot on the bottom of my chair.
"Would you knock it off?" I snapped in a whisper.
"Knock what off?" he asked quietly, raising an eyebrow.
I turned back around and dealt with J.D's shenanigans. Allowing myself to get angry over this wasn't going to help me focus.
When I finished with my test, I had a good five minutes to sit in class and doodle in my journal. I was about to finish shading in a small circle, when my professor called me up to his desk.
"I can't tell if these are sevens or ones," Professor Weston said quietly, pointing to my numbers.
"I cross my sevens," I explained, pointing to one. "Anything else is a one."
"Thank you," he replied with a nod. "You can head out now if you'd like."
I smiled and nodded, flinging my backpack over my shoulder and leaving the classroom. Instead of going all the way back to the apartment, I decided on sitting outside and drawing for a bit. The leaves were beginning to turn different shades of red, orange, and brown, and there was a slow breeze floating trough the air. A perfect day to just sit.
I reached into my back back to pull out my journal, but it wasn't there. I dug around in a panic, knowing that some of my deepest thoughts were in that book, but still couldn't find it.
"Stats," I mumbled to myself. "I left it on my desk in Stats."
I stood up and hurried back to the math building as quickly as I could. I did not need anyone curiously looking through my journal. When I returned to the room, it was empty except for Professor Weston.
"Professor Weston," I asked, peeking my head into the room. "Did you happen to come across a brown, leather bound journal in here? It had an elephant engraved in the leather and was kind of falling apart?"
"Oh, yes!" Weston replied. "Jason Dean found it. He said he knew you well and would return it. I'm sure he's around somewhere."
My heart leaped into my throat and I nodded slowly. "Thank you," I said quietly before hurrying out of the room to find J.D.
The first place I thought to find him was his dorm. It was the same one as last year, so I knew exactly where I was going. I had no time to knock and hope he'd let me in, so I climbed up the fire escape and banged hard on his closed window. I saw him look over at me and shake his head. He continued to stay sat on his bed, flipping through the pages of my journal. I banged on the window harder, causing the frame to shake slightly, and he rolled his eyes and opened it.
"What?" he groaned, ducking his head slightly to fully look at me.
"Give me back. My god damn. Journal," I said sternly, my teeth clenched and breathing heavy.
"What? This old thing?" he asked, holding it up.
"Yes," I snapped. "I swear to god J.D I am not in the mood for your bullshit right now."
J.D shrugged and walked away from his window. "I think I'm gonna hold onto it a little longer," he explained. "You know, just to be sure it's really yours."
That was it. That was when I snapped. I climbed through his window, stormed over to him, and pushed him against the wall. I held his wrists next to his head, my journal still in his right hand, breathing heavily.
"Listen here you son of a bitch," I hissed, holding him tightly against the wall. "I am done playing your games. I want my journal and I want it now. Capiche?"
"You've got some power," he chuckled, dropping my journal on the floor. "I didn't know you were this strong."
"I didn't know you were such a dick," I snapped, letting go of him and picking up my journal. "Did you get what you were looking for in this thing? Are you happy now?"
J.D, still leaning against his wall, shrugged. "I'd rather keep the parts of it I read a secret," he said with a smirk. He knew what he was doing.
I stormed back up to him, grabbed his wrists again, and flung my knee into his crotch.
"Keep that," I spat as J.D bent over in pain. He fell to his knees and took a breath. Letting out a small grunt, he then looked up at me from his position on the ground.
"Don't fucking mess with me," I said, and he laughed, a hint of pain in his voice.
With that, I climbed back out the window and headed towards the library.