High-School Problems (Smash Bros Fanfic)

Chapter 31 - Marth's POV

Pit sighed. "I can't believe I'm actually asking you for this."

I rolled my eyes. "I can't believe I'm actually helping you."

Pit snorted and pulled out his wrecked copy of Macbeth. I winced at the sight of it. What creature could do such a thing to that masterpiece!

Pit almost seemed to understand my discomfort immediately. "I didn't ruin the copy myself, bozo. It's a class copy."

I sighed in relief. At least I'm not helping the culprit here.

"So," I started, setting down my stuff, "what brings you to the academic support tutors today, pigeon boy?"

"Pigeon boy?" He scoffed. "You're getting more and more creative by the day, fair lady."

I slammed my hands on the desk. "Take that back, punk--"

"SHHHHHHHH!" the teacher hissed. Oh, no. What if she puts in a bad rec for me now? What if I don't get into college? What if I end up a lonely cat man with nothing but my own anxiety--

"Dude, you ok?" Pit asked quietly. "I-I swear I was k-kidding--"

"Whoa, no need to freak out, bud," I replied. Ah. Maybe I should take my own advice.

Pit looked down. "Sorry."

What? No snarky comment? 

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything."

He still didn't look up. "Yeah. I never do anything."

Something's wrong. I don't really know what it is, but something's wrong with Pit.

"Are you ok? You don't look too good."

He looked back up again, bright and happy like he usually does. "Please, Marth. If I didn't look good I wouldn't have all the girls."

"You don't have any, loser."

"Oh, don't worry, I do. It's just that lowly mortals like you can't see them."

I rolled my eyes. Back to normal, I guess. "So? What do you need help with?"

Pit groaned. "So I had this essay for Macbeth." He stretched out his hand to give me the paper.

"Mhm," I mumbled, scanning through the work. Oh, jeez, his handwriting is horrendous...

"And...well, it was timed, and I got distracted."

I nodded. "Okay."

"So I didn't do so well."

"I can see that."

"So I..." he coughed. "...explained my situation, and the teacher let me rewrite it outside of class."

I raised a brow. "Your situation? What situation?"

He looked away again. "You don't have to know."

"Well, I have to know what I'm working with here."

Pit cracked his knuckles. He looked anxious, which makes me feel anxious. 

"I have ADHD."

I didn't really know how to react to that. What do I say? Nice? Good for you? Okay? That's interesting? 

"It's not a big deal or anything," Pit continued, "but it can make school a little hard sometimes."

Pit's an annoying brat, but he looked sad, and I wanted to cheer him up. He's my friend, after all. And I'm his upperclassmen.

"Ah, no wonder you're always so hyper."

Pit froze. I froze. That was insensitive. Am I insensitive? 

Pit cleared his throat. "So, about this essay..."

"Right," I said, taking a breath. "Let's look at your structure first then."

"Shouldn't we focus on the argument first though?"

I blinked. "The argument?"

"Yeah," Pit snorted. "That's the most crucial part of the essay, but I got distracted when I was trying to do it and ended up rushing it at the end. My thesis kinda sucks."

"Whoah," I whispered, "you're way smarter than I remember...?"

Pit rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid, it's just hard to focus."

I leaned back in my chair. "Why does it sound like you're trying to convince yourself more than me right now?"

Pit slumped. "I don't know. My grades are gross right now."

"Grades don't define you, Pit."

"That's awfully rich coming from you," he scoffed.

Well, not wrong. I'm the one constantly obsessing over grades and GPA's and extracurriculars and whatever else there possibly is to worry about.

"Are you worried, Pit?" I asked.

"About what?"

"Your future, I guess."

"Not really. Are you?"

"A little." I put down the essay. "But if you're not worried about the future, why are you worried about your grades?"

"Do you really think I enjoy seeing all those nasty letters in my gradebook?" Pit sighed. "I'm not into that."

There was an awkward silence. 

"Okay, we should fix this essay," I started, breaking the silence.

"Yeah." Pit nodded. "Are we gonna start with the thesis?"

"Mmhm. I was being dumb, structure depends on the thesis anyway."

"Not always."

"Okay, you punk. I'm here to tutor you, not the other way around." I picked up his essay again.

"Whatever, princess."

"if you dARe start with the priNCESS --"

"Marth!" the teacher called. "Quiet down."

I rolled my eyes.

"Oooohhh," Pit laughed, "even the great and powerful Marth gets into troubleeeee--"

"Shut up, loser. We have an essay to work on."

A/N: oof idk why this took so long... if i'm correct, the "midterm study session" is coming up so stay tuned for that! when summer gets near i'll be a lot more active, i swear. right now just really sucks time-wise :/ thanks for all the support my friends. i'll be back, see ya then!