Immensely suffocating.
That's how Liberty, or Libby, feels every time when she's sick and tired of the same routine every day. One of her fatal flaws is that she was adaptive, making her easily bored about a lot of things. This moment is an example of it.
She always needed a challenge, the kind of thrill that will make her blood pump both with excitement and nervousness. Liberty liked how her name matched her soul. She always liked the feeling of having no constraint or restriction.
She rolled her eyes after seeing the school president; she swears that he looks like the tall, older, and annoying version of Detective Conan. He was kinda cute and can pass as a boy-next-door for being a pretty boy, not only for his frown that is plasted on his face for almost forever, that made him look snob. He is, though, and a very stuck up one. You'd think he's a know-it-all but he's actually stupid. Not academically, but realistically. The boy needs to live a little.
"I don't like this." Was the first thing he said when he approached her. He keeps on fidgeting, as if he despised everything around.
She glared at Gio.
"Do you want us to fail BioChem?"
"I could've done it without your help." he grunted.
"Yes. But you already agreed. You're not a man if you're not true to your words."
"I hate you." he gritted on his teeth.
"Ditto." she smiled evilly.
How did they got here?
She recalled as the guidance counselor was so done on seeing her at her office. The old woman threatened her that if she continued to fail her grades along with her records, she is done. Her infamous actions weren't a surprise with the teachers. Mr. Sanchez, the biochem teacher, was good enough to let her partnered with the top student― Gio Hernandez, so that she could pass his subject. She could study alright; but Biochem and Math were pulling her grades down; she couldn't do it on her own.
She was bored; apparently it's not always a good thing. Poor Gio became the target of her interest.
"Hey, listen up." she flicked her hand at Gio's face.
"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" she randomly asked.
"Talking to you." he answered. She sneered in disbelief.
"Do you even know me?" she asked again. He ignored her and continued to write something in his laptop. Maybe a research? She wouldn't even give the effort for those.
"I'm Liberty! The symbol of freedom! Liberté in French and libertad in Spanish." she emphasized.
"Just do our project. You could start by just researching articles-"
"Y'know for me to participate in that, you have to participate in mine." She mused.
He glared. "I'm not interested."
"Oh, you know. Mr. Sanchez clearly said that every pair should do something to that project. Even if you finished that, if I mentioned I didn't do anything – he'll fail us. And you know what I'm capable of, nerd." He stopped writing and Libby smiled knowing she caught his interest, finally.
His glare became more intense. "Is everything a game to you?"
"Is everything work-related to you?"
"We'll do all the academic things together and the crazy things together. Are you in?" She smiled suggestively, a charm which works everytime she wants to get around something. "I'm really in need for a sidekick."
