I'm going to go insane. I will explode and die right here right now. Like, actually. Seriously!
I stop in my tracks as I blink at Cy in the study room.
I seriously have some terrible luck.
"Hey."
"...hi? Where are the others?"
"Gerald is outside. He went to take a call." Cy hums. "What class did you just come out of?"
"Hell."
"Figured." He hums. "Any homework?"
"French, but that's all." I mumble, sitting across from him, pulling out my laptop. "You?"
"Proofs."
My whole body freezes at the word. Jesus. I do nOT miss that unit in math class.
"Something wrong?"
"I hated proofs." I grimace. "Easily the worst unit ever. I was so glad we moved onto trig in my second year of math."
Cy hums. "Yeah? I find it interesting."
"Well you find lots of things interesting." I shrug. "What language were you thinking of taking again?"
"German."
"What happened to wanting to learn French?"
"I've been doing German on Linguo."
I hum slowly, nodding slowly.
Putting my earbuds back in, my fingers click on my laptop, clicking through my homework, keyboard clicking as more people join the room, and I wave hello to them all.
My internal monologue goes on a ramble as I do.
Seriously, what do you see in him? Is it because you didn't get closure like you were supposed to in middle school? He doesn't even treat you specially. He just likes you more than he likes the rest of the class— WHICH DOESN'T MEAN HE LIKES YOU BY THE WAY. LIKE SERIOUSLY GIRL. GET A GRIP. PLEASE. DO YOU HAVE PROBLEMS?!?!?
The answer is yes, by the way.
I blink at my finished homework, fingers reaching for my phone as I shut my laptop.
"Taking a break?" Cy raises his brow at me.
"Finished." I mumble back, clicking open a random game.
"Must be nice being in humanities."
"I would rather die than do compsci, no offense." I glance at him, a smile on my face. "Not the lifestyle for me. I'm not a woman in stem."
"Well, we all have different talents, hm?"
"Yeah." I hum, focusing on the game. "Wish I had a talent for something that could actually make me money, though."
"Who knows. Maybe you'll become a big author one day." He hums.
"Cy," I chuckle. "not happening."
"Just saying." He hums, lips pulled into a smile as I sigh.
"Yeah? And you'll become the CEO of Goog."
"Yeah?"
I nod slowly, no longer focusing on our conversation.
The door opens as Mint walks in.
"Hey." He takes the seat next to me, raising a brow at my homework. "Ew."
"Don't say that to me."
"Read it in a spanish accent." Cy smiles, lips quirked up into a sly smile.
"Oh?" Mint grins. "Cover your ears."
I don't bother listening, sitting through the nonsense as Mint laughs halfway through my homework.
"Isn't this just basic french? You should know all of this already."
"Okay, and?" I huff. "My professor doesn't need to know I'm fluent. Seriously."
Mint laughs, shrugging. "Cy, how's classes?"
"It's... busy." Cy grumbles. "It's what I get for going into CS."
"How's bio?" I tilt my head, and Mint grumbles.
"I'd rather die."
I laugh, snickering.
"You?"
I only wink. He doesn't need to know that I'm not struggling at all. Seriously. I'm soo glad I picked humanities. Who cares if I won't be able to find a job in the future! Lie. That was a lie. I am not going to end up homeless on the streets I WILL FIND A JOB. I WILL FIND A WAY. I AM NOT STUPID. I SWEAR I AM A GENIUS AND CAPABLE OF GETTING A JOB.
Well, I suppose I'm less fortunate, but it doesn't really matter.
Cy tilts his head at me as I snicker.
"Hm?"
"Ah, sorry. I was thinking about something."
"How you're going to be jobless?" Mint doesn't hesitate, jabbing me right where it hurts.
"Mint, I'm going to kill myself if you make a joke about it one more time."
"Keep saying that."
I reach to hit his shoulder, pausing mid-punch as Blossie enters the room with her friends, and I smile. "Heyyyyy."
Pretty blonde hair and pretty pink eyes. She's super sweet. I hope I'm her one day :(
"I'll pretend I didn't see anything." Blossie grins. "Nice seeing you. Did you decide to join today?"
"Last time, there was no one we knew there." I mumble. "I got scared."
"You can kick them out." She grins. "Since we have the room reserved, we get the room."
"We also get to kick anyone who's using it on our time out." The guy grins. "You're...? Sorry, I forgot your name."
White hair, red eyes, taller Blossie... I don't remember anything about him other than that he comes as a pair with Blossie— actually. Is that mean?
"No worries! I'm Cressie. First year English major." I hum. "I don't exactly talk to you much either. You're... ? It's a D name, I remember."
"David." He hums.
I nod slowly.
"Cressie." Cy hums. "When's your website due?"
"Um... never?" I grin. "It's due on Tuesday. Can I see yours when you finish?"
"Yeah." He hums. "Could I see yours?"
"Of course." I hum.
I yawn as the clock hits four, and I grumble, leaning back into my chair.
"I'm sleepy." I grumble.
"It's too early to sleep, and too late to nap." Mint deadpans.
"I wish coffee worked for me." I grumble.
"You wish you could be caffeinated?"
"I wish I could have ENERGY." I cry. "I can't be a low-energy introvert for the rest of my life! How am I going to work an office job and survive?!"
"Easy. You don't work an office job." Mint grumbles.
"There's always other options." Blossie hums. "Besides, aren't you going to grad school?"
"I'm just gonna invent my own college course on the art of internet writing and call it a day." I grumble.
"I'll be your first student." Cy mumbles quietly, eyes meeting mine.
"You can be my favorite." I grin, eyes glancing at Mint in disdain as he opens his mouth.
"Oh, count me out." Mint grimaces. "Have fun indoctrinating kids."
"YOU'RE SO MEAN." I smack Mint, missing the way that Cy's eyes flicker to my face and then back to his computer, his skin flushed an impossible shade of pink.
Glad I didn't.
I did not need to feed the delusions.