Today's the 8th of May. We were currently in class learning English from one of our subject teachers Sakagami-sensei.
He wrote a few words in hiragana and then translated them to English. To be honest, I didn't know how to even pronounce most of the ones he wrote down because I didn't memorize the English alphabet past the letter H.
I don't like to study. Like, at all.
I mean, I tried but...I just couldn't get the info to stick no matter what I did. So I decided to give up on it.
There's no use stressing myself over something I can't fix. All I can do now is hope for the best when the midterms roll around.
As I leaned back in my seat and watched the teacher continue his lesson, I felt my mind slowly getting hazy. My eyes were now half closed.
I forced them open again.
If I fall asleep while class is still in session we'll definitely lose points and I'm pretty sure I'll be blamed for it if anyone caught me.
Don't get me wrong, I couldn't give two shits what people think of me. I'm only doing this because they would be annoying to deal with otherwise, plus, no matter how small, I'd be losing points too come next month.
I've only got around...83 grand left right now so yeah, I definitely want to avoid that since I can't really budget myself like other people.
The teacher's black marker scribbled across the white surface just as smoothly as everyone else's pens and pencils did against their paper.
Natural light seeped in through the windows and soaked my body in its calming rays. Time went on.
My head started bobbing every once in a while. A yawn escaped me as I crossed my arms over my chest and tried my best to stay awake.
Seeing that I couldn't resist the urge to sleep when watching something as boring as this, I tried to use Ike — who sat between me and Yamauchi — to bind me to the real world.
With a slow blink, I leaned forward and tilted to the right just enough to see what he was doing behind that book shield.
He was playing a game; TEKKEN it looks like. And from how easily he's winning, I'm guessing Yamauchi was his opponent.
He was absolute trash at games like these and yet still he always had the most talk during a discussion.
Seriously, he won't stop glazing himself.
Even Hondo and Okitani were better than him and they didn't play the game nearly as much as he did.
I'm pretty sure Ayanokoji could do the same as well if he had the chance to play.
I felt my body gradually become heavier as time ticked by. Using Ike as a crutch to reality didn't make much of a difference seeing as he won every game with virtually no difficulty. He always used the same character and skill set so it was all pretty repetitive and boring.
Sigh
I knew I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night checking for study methods...
All it did was wear me down unnecessarily.
I would've asked a senior or another club member to help me out, but they'd probably make fun of me non-stop when they found out just how much I suck at that kinda thing.
That stuck-up bitch Horikita did the same thing... Constantly putting me down just because I didn't understand something from some dumb book.
My brow twitched. Just the thought of it is pissing me off.
Maybe I should just forget about studying all together.
"I only hope you don't come to regret that decision later on."
Yeah, I know dammit!
I'm not tryna sound scent-a-mental or whatever it's called, but that guy's words were mostly the reason I even considered giving studying a serious shot.
I thought, 'What if?'
Just what if I could genuinely get better at my studies with somebody's help?
Just what if I caved? Would everybody stop getting in my case every two minutes? Would they stop looking down on me if I did?
Just what if... That's what I thought.
But Horikita went and ruined that...
Eventually my head tilted forwards, soon resting on top of my table. My palm loosely gripped onto my upper bicep which I used it as a pillow while yawning.
My eyelids slowly dropped over my eyes like a pair of thick window blinds.
Suddenly, I jolted. I took a sharp, deep breath as I sat upright in my chair, blinking quickly.
Dammit, I dozed off.
"—I like em too. Especially the big ones." Kanji's lust filled voice drifted into my ear as I slowly began to take in my surroundings.
I looked toward the front of the class. It seems the teacher had already left.
"I get what you mean! Man, what I'd give to hold a pair of juicy melons!" Haruki told his thoughts aloud. He shivered while raising his clenched fist to the sky.
Watching their antics, sometimes makes me question how I ended up as one of their friends. But I always came up with the same answer every time.
We were outcasts. People like us usually ended up getting lumped into the same groups whether we liked it or not.
"Yeah...What about you Ken?" Ike asked me, "Which one do you like?" I released a yawn while stretching my arms above my head to loosen up.
Based on the juicy melon comment I'm guessing they're on their usual topic.
I didn't really like talking about that kinda stuff with them since they're pretty nosy but I wasn't against it.
"Ion know, thighs probably?" I muttered after a while.
"Oho~ care to explain?"
My mouth parted into another yawn as my eyes closed, "They're yawn kinda soft I guess."
I've never felt a girl's thighs before, but it should be pretty soft. I know mine aren't — obviously because I work out alot — so I'm pretty sure girls who aren't athletes would have soft thighs.
Why am I even thinking about this anyway?
"Huh, guess you're right. Tits are better though." Yamauchi stuck to his argument and shrugged at me.
I didn't really care though—
"Ugh, disgusting creeps."
My brow twitch as I turned to look across the room. I'm pretty sure it came from somewhere at the front of the class.
I couldn't point out who said it since alot of the girls were whispering between themselves while looking in my direction.
The urge to say something back was strong enough to make me scowl.
Of course they'll judge me without knowing the full facts. That's how it always goes with these people and it's annoying in all honesty.
Choosing to ignore them, I placed my head on my table and pretended to sleep.
Soon after there was some noise over to Hirata's side of the room and then footsteps passed by me with the door closing after they faded.
From what I heard, Monty called Matsushita by her first name. Apparently this was the first time it's happened so Sato started teasing them about it. Saying that they might be dating or something like that and the gossiping idiots just gobbled it up and ran with it.
Maezono An was the first to say something about it. She took Sato's teasing as literal when she didn't even have enough evidence to support what she said.
Anyway, Monty's gonna end up in a similar situation to mine if he isn't careful about what he says or does since these people like to jump to their own conclusions.
Time passed and the door soon opened again.
"—they did come up with something behind our backs, I doubt it'd work since they're not smart enough to carry it out while keeping it on the down low."
"I suppose you're not wrong."
Whatever conversation the two were having sounded like it ended there. I heard footsteps walk by me with the door closing afterwards.
I heard loud shuffling.
"Do you need something?"
"How'd a nerd like you snag a hottie like that you bastard!! Ughhh I'm so jealoussss!!!" Ike whisper yelled. I couldn't see his face since I had my head on the desk but I could picture him glaring at Monty or maybe even grabbing him.
"That's not my problem now is it?"
"Hah?! Look at this prick. He thinks he's cool cuz he's got a girl? I bet she doesn't even like you." Haruki spat.
"We aren't dating. Also, let me go."
"Oh yeah? Or what?"
Kanji, you really don't wanna have to fight this guy.
I mean, I couldn't even budge an inch when he and Ayanokoji grabbed me back then.
It felt like I was wrapped in a buncha chains. Like seriously.
I had to wonder if there was some sorta power up only available to quiet guys or something.
Luckily for my friends though, Monty wasn't nearly as hot headed as me, so he let them off the hook with a warning and some advice.
"It seems you've already forgotten about the camera. Surely you don't want us to lose points for misconduct. Right?"
Now that I think about it...that probably explains why they hid from Sakagami-sensei instead of the camera earlier when playing TEKKEN.
"I suggest you refrain from doing anything that may jeopardize our standing going forward seeing as our class' promotion means nothing if we end up regressing due to repeated idiocy and stubbornness."
"And no," He said, "I'm not calling you idiots. But, that will be the case should you ignore my warning."
Monty continued his long winded monologue with a calm and steady voice.
"We all came here to secure our future, but, if we can't do that because of irrational decisions then... I'm afraid we don't have our best interest at heart."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
To be honest, I've never seen him talk this much before. The only other time he did was when he came to me about studying a week ago...
"I only hope you don't come to regret that decision later on."
His voice resurfaced again. This time, it left a fat lump in my throat that just wouldn't come out.
Giving out advice in the middle of the class so everyone stays on alert; going out of his way to talk with Horikita so we can get help, he probably even brought up that date thing with the girls to give us a reason to stay...
And to top it off, he stopped me from hitting Horikita knowing I'd come to regret it.
That guy, he really is just tryna help us out isn't he?
My palms slowly closed into loose fists.
You'd have to be a genuine dumbass to not appreciate that kinda thing.