Chapter 17 Ginta Kondou(3)
"That's not entirely how you do it!!"
"ugh"
"how many times do I have to tell you that subject comes first before the verb!!, how'd you even passed elementary?"
"I thought that as long the sentence is understandable it's fine"
"how the hell can someone understand that when the grammar arrangement you wrote is random"
I folded an notebook and smack it in his empty head to put some senses inside it.
"ow"
I'm stressing myself out of my own good by just teaching an dumb student.
I can't believe that teaching is much more harder than learning the most difficult lesson.
"but, gakuencho."
"what?"
I reply with an forceful tone.
"it's kinda unusual for you to teach me, what's wrong?"
"hm? Well, I'm just repaying the favor of what you did yesterday"
I told him I'll help him on his studies after I'm done pretend sleep on that day to calm myself down.
He was confused but happy at the same time I said it.
We planned to do it in the student council room where no one is allowed to go inside unless being given permission to or they have business with us, this place is perfect for study aside from the library, because when no one disturbs your time it makes you immersed in whatever your doing.
We're also being permitted to go out of classroom even when it's still classing time if where we are going is the student council room.
The library is a fine choice too because of its rule to make it an quite place to study is soothing, but my disorder of crowded people or my agoraphobic will trigger.
But I've reached to the point that I regret making this choice.
I can't even focus on my own study because of stressing myself out by tutoring him.
"you really don't have to force yourself for me, you know?"
But well, I ain't the type to get into an debt forever.
"whatever, I already said that I'll do it"
"your kinda talkative today gakuencho"
"I'm not, your just so stupid that my mouth will run for you to comprehend"
I can see the eyes of someone being crushed mentally from him.
"sorry"
"the only way to apologize is to right your wrong"
I picked up my pen to start our study and unfolded my note, it's still bent by how much time passed I've folded it that it causes to bent.
"yes"
I don't know how much time might have passed because of how focus we are even though this idiot's learning is like an elementary brat, my strength is draining me down to let my head lean on the table looking on Sideview there lies an sun getting close of being disappeared in an horizon.
It's already afternoon huh.
"well, it's about time to go home huh"
"yeh, but I'll stay here for a while, I'm still tired"
I said with an exhausting voice.
"sorry and thanks for wasting your time for me!"
"yeh yeh"
I couldn't even care of what he says anymore.
"shall I walk you home?"
A jolt of sudden excitement and shock lingers in my body that it oddly kills the soreness of my mind.
"I told you I'm still tired, just go home first"
"OK, I'll go ahead first then"
Even when I'm not looking at him, I can feel his presence growing distant between us as I hear his footstep heading to the door.
He opens the door to step out and close it.
Looks like he's gone
After knowing that, I formed an fist in my hand not gripping it and slowly cover my mouth with it close to me kissing my folded finger.
My head is burning , my heart is beating faster than ever.
"I might still have an slight fever"
I formed an sigh covering my face in the tip of the table.
I got up from the cushion I've been sitting and decide to go home now.
I put my notes and pen inside my willow color sling bag.
I got my bag hanging on my shoulder.
As I got out of the school building
I saw an figure of a boy leaning his back on the gate that's been open, dark red hair with his light-pink skin yellowish eyes looking down that the horizon suited him to look at an realistic paint.
It's Ginta.
Why is he still here? Waiting for someone? A friend of his?
As I ponder these question in my mind, he shift his gaze towards the school entrance.
As if he found something he's been finding, he rushed towards the school.
Eh? Why is it feels like he's coming to me? Is there someone behind me?
I've been froze to move.
As he is finally in my front to the distance that my arms can reach, I thought that he would continue running past through me.
But he stopped and put his hands on his knees panting.
I could see a little sweat in his cheek and temple.
"gakuencho"
Looks like his purpose is me.
"let's go home together"
I totally forgot the personality this idiot have.
"didn't I already tell you to go home first?"
Though I already know that whatever I'll say is useless to him once he made up his mind
He tilt the back on his head
"uhhh, well I kind of want to repay you for helping me"
I formed a sigh
"do whatever you want"
I walked past him the hands on my pocket of my twirling skirt because of the wind gusting at my direction that I can't feel my hair behind me.
"yes"
"only up to my neighborhood"
"OK"
He catch up to me and walk side by side along with me.
He kept talking non-stop on trivial matters, and I just keep listening waiting for him to get tired of just talking.
I realized that this kind of interaction of someone isn't bad, if only I hadn't fear people, I would have many friends around me to hang out with like him.
But what I didn't realize is that soon enough, this will come to an end because of an tragedy of that sole day where everything has breaks apart