Can’t I be nice to you?
It’s the first day of classes, and I’m already late and falling behind; this is great. I mean, you might as well chop off my head and glue it to a stick and give it to them for a peace offering. I was running through the halls, and my steps echoed, Making it sound empty and lonely. But that can’t be more embarrassing or uncomfortable than barging into class when the teacher is sitting there staring at the door, waiting for me to make a mistake and give them a reason to complain or kick me out. My mistake will be held high over my head for a long time; trust me. I’ve seen students come in late and suffer from the fact that they are late not even Five minutes like just as the bell rings and here I am, running Ten minutes behind, just knowing my teacher is going to tear me another ass hole just because I was late to her stupid math class. College math, never take it. If it was a choice to take it in the first place, it wasn’t. There are so many classes you have to retake in College, even if you took them in high school, one being College math. I gripped the door handle, bracing myself for the worst as I entered the dimly lit classroom where the teacher was projecting the next class lesson. Of all the classes I had to be late for, it’s the one that mattered the most. If you miss a lesson, I’ll never get that back. I silently sob as I snuck my way back to my desk, trying not to draw as much attention to myself, keeping my head down as I stared at the white floor, slowly sitting at my desk and looking up to see the teacher staring daggers as I felt the sweat dripping down my face.
“Y/N, you’re late. Care to explain?” The teacher glared at me with her red eyes, making me feel like prey looking up at a hungry, dead-eating vulture.
“The front desk wouldn’t let me. The front desk kept declining my card for this year's tuition, and I had to ask for extra help,” I spoke in a muttered tone, keeping my voice low so the others didn't hear me. I didn’t want everyone to know I was poor, let alone struggling to get to school on time.
“Don't give you an excuse to be late.” She walked away from my desk, leaving me with the assignment, and I could only finish half of the work because I missed most of the class. She talks so fast that I can’t seem to focus or even pay attention. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard trying to listen. It even hurts my ears. I groaned, resting my head on the desk, trying to zone out to be anywhere else but this dumb class where nothing makes sense. I barely passed math in high school.
The bell finally rang. Thank all the lords above. I didn’t think I could handle much more of the pain of doing more college math, and I didn’t even get all of it done. I still have the first half, UGH! I yelled at myself in my mind, shoving the paper into my backpack. Maybe I can ask someone for help on it later. Perhaps they’ll let me copy off of them to make life easier for me. I thought,
I left the classroom and headed into the wide hallways toward my next class. In history, only two students from my last class followed me, and I wanted to ask one of them for help. Still, the two I had to ask were Light Yagami, a young man at the top of our class, the ones we share anyway. Still, he always creeped me out. Something about how he mutters to himself about being just and about wanting to be perfect all the time, making the world perfect freaks me out, and then there is Kasai Amaya. He’s the primary quiet kid that sits in the back of the class. There's nothing extraordinary about him other than he was intelligent and savvy with math. Who, to my luck, was sitting right next to me they both were. I leaned over to Kasai's desk, whispering to get his attention.
“Hey, do you have the first part of the math work?” I asked as I watched him look up at me with his brown hair looking over as if I just offended his prize work.
“Yeah? But didn’t you get it finished? It’s not hard,” Kasai spoke, his tone just as icy as his bright blue eyes. I rolled my eyes, looking at him like he said an entirely different language.
“No, I came to class late. Did you not notice the teacher almost ripped my head off?” I talked with my hands, making myself seem more dramatic than I was, which is natural.
“Fine, but on your own time, ok I’ll give you my number, and we can hang out after class, and I’ll help you with any work” Kasai waved his hand at me as he grabbed a paper out of his bag slowly writing a number on the paper handing it back as he turned his attention back on the teacher was just now starting class. I smiled, looking at the phone number, but I could feel eyes glaring at the back of my head from behind me, something of anger but jealousy. I hated how it made me feel like I was the problem. I put the number back into my bag, looking around until I caught Light's glare. He was staring at me, trying to burn holes in the back of my head like I had just murdered everyone he loved and that I was a problem, or maybe it was a look of jealousy. A boy gave me his number, but I didn’t think about Light. I waved my hand, not paying attention to him anymore. Just the idea of Light liking me gave me chills. He was controlling and full of himself. I instead avoid a man like that, but at least I got some help on my homework later; I wonder if he would mind joining me at my apartment just to make life easier for us.
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After the class, which felt like forever going through the history and science and that stupid college math class that caused the mess of having to get that silly boy's Kasai number, I could convince him to do all of it some way or another but something about how Light looked at me as if he was going to hurt me, I started walking back to my apartment as it poured down outside Lucky me like always the day already shitty enough now for the rain pouring down made it so much worse as I tried to keep myself dry holding my bag above my head as I made my way back to where my apartment was as my nice gentle tan dress shoes hit the concrete splashing my legs and socks with water.
“Ugh?” I mumbled to myself as a man came closer to me. I kept my pace, walking, trying not to let the panic come over me as he walked up next to me, not saying anything, holding a book at his side and an umbrella over us both. I looked up, and the gray umbrella held over me. As I looked over, I saw a tall, 5’10 man with blondish brown hair. His eyes kept forward with an unpleasant expression on his face.
“Light Yagami?” I asked, confused. He usually doesn’t walk this way often, and when he does, I typically avoid him.
“Correct.” His voice was just as cold as his personality, which put me off. As we walked, my mind was racing about getting away from him and going a different way home, but half of me wanted to stay. I enjoyed his company as if he was something I’d never seen before. His kindness was strange; he was a different being; a different Light Yagami standing next to me was a gentleman to me, which was weird. I’m not used to anyone being so kind to me, especially not him.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at him with total confusion, trying to read him. He was no open book. This man was a book with a lock kept closed with the warning not to open written over it.
“Can’t I be nice to you? We've been heading in the same direction for some time, and you seemed cold.” His tone never changed, so it was hard to tell if he was being serious or not.
“I guess you can; thank you. I didn’t take you for the nice type,” I laughed, trying to get a smile out of Light, but I failed. All Light did was look down at me and continue walking as I followed until I had to leave.
“Hey, this is my turn. Thanks for everything,” I smiled at Light and whispered, looking at him gently as I turned, walking back out into the rain. I’ve never thought Light would be so caring towards me. He’s typically freezing. Speaking of which, I better hurry. It’s starting to snow lightly. I held my bag back over my head, holding my arms close to keep myself from freezing. I finally reached my apartment, able to enter my warmly supported room with slight splashes of blue, a pretty pastel not enough to distract you but enough to keep your attention as it should. I tossed my backpack on the white couch, flipping my hair and taking it down from the high bun for the school day as I undid the tie that was kept around my neck, trying to get entirely comfortable in my own home even if it was only one bed and one bath and a small kitchen it’s all I can afford, and even thing money is tight. Even with money from college, and speaking of which, I have to call my father later. The woman at the front desk kept saying my card didn’t go through for the tuition for the semester. I reached for my phone, debating whether to call my father or Kasai to plan a study session.
“Hmmm, at least I can plan, Kasai,” I smiled, grabbing the paper out of the bag and putting it into my phone. The sound of the dial tone filled the air.
Hello, Kasai here. I was not able to take your call. Please leave a message after the beep. I waited for the beep as anger filled my mind. This dick said he would help and yet ignored my call.
“Hey Kasai, it’s Y/N. You said you would help me with my work if you get this. Call me back. Bye ~” I faked a smile, hung up the phone, and rubbed my temple like I was just given some horrible news. In a way, I was. I can’t fail any class. Passing 100% with them all will make graduation so much easier.
“I guess I should call my father and discuss the whole tuition problem,” I sighed, leaning against the fall as I fell to my knees, slowly looking over my phone and holding my knees close to my chest. The ringtone rang through my ears as my father answered the phone.
“Hey honey, what's the matter?” I held back tears hearing my father's voice. He was my only parent; my only mother passed away when I was born, So he was all I had growing up.
“We need to talk. The school is getting more aggressive with college funds,” I stammered, wanting to explain everything. I tried to plan something, but I couldn't.
