i crossed my arms over the table and put my head down, hoping he wouldn't bother me. but of course, i felt a tap on my shoulder.
"um celeste, i don't think you should be sleeping." he whispered nervously.
"if i cared i probably wouldn't be trying to sleep." i emphasized trying, hoping he would take a hint.
"what's wrong?" he whispered again.
"what do you mean 'what's wrong'?" i whispered back, raising my head.
"well you just seem on edge is all." he reached for a book from the bookcase beside us.
"well i'm not on edge, i just don't want to talk to you." i blankly stated, putting my head back down.
"why not, you did sit down across from me." he opened the book and started reading, he slid his finger across the paper.
i didn't know how to answer him, but i wasn't going to let him win this dumb little argument.
"thought you looked lonely" i shrugged picking my head back up, we were no longer whispering.
"what a pathetic response, if you thought i looked lonely that would mean you cared, and i know you don't care about lil ole' me!" he looked up from his book and smiled, like he knew he was right.
"wow how'd ya know?" i tilted my head and mocked his smile.
"how'd i know what? that your response was pathetic or that you don't care?" he rested his head on the palm of his hand tilting his head to resemble mine.
i scoffed and rolled my eyes, he was good. i shifted my arms and put my head down once again.
"hold on, your not off the hook yet!" he laughed and pulled his backpack onto the table.
"what hook?" i looked up, confused.
"well i need your help with math homework-"
"what makes you think i can help you, or want to for that matter?" i asked obnoxiously, cutting him off.
"oh please, i saw you today in math! you got every answer right on a test you never even got to prepare for." he was starting to get a little frustrated, this seemed really important to him.
"fine," i sighed, "but you have to do something for me." i smirked.
"your wish is my command." he smiled and nodded.
"this also doesn't mean we're friends!" i raised my bag onto the table and searched for my math book.
"and why not?" he asked, also searching for his math book.
"well i just don't want to disappoint you, or anyone else for that matter." i looked up at him.
"what's that supposed to mean? do you do drugs or something?"
"what! no it's just... complicated, alright?" i sighed and opened my math book.
"no it's not alright, what's bothering you?" he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
"i just don't think there's a point in getting close to someone if i'm just going to leave again, i don't want to hurt anyone..."
