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The next morning, you made sure to wake up early since you still had a lot of unfinished homework to do and you wanted to complete it before school officially started. You woke up at around 5 in the morning after staying awake until midnight, which was a lot later than usual, so you weren't exactly full of energy after you got out of bed and got dressed for school.

Because of the large amount of homework you had to get done, you decided to take as little time gathering your things as possible and skip your breakfast. It was rare for you to actually have enough time to eat something in the morning, so you weren't bothered too much. Since your parents had already left for work, you were alone in the house and had to take the only available method of transportation, and that was the city bus. You weren't exactly comfortable with taking the bus practically every day since you were wary around strangers, but at least it was better than taking a bike or going on foot.

You arrived at school at around 6:30 that morning, giving you about an hour and a half until school was supposed to start. But kids usually showed up in crowds half an hour before that, and since you needed as much quiet and concentration as possible, you didn't exactly have much time to finish the homework that you had left undone.

The school doors were already open since teachers usually arrived much earlier than you, so it wasn't much trouble for you to enter the building and proceed walking down the main hallway of the first floor. With your backpack over both shoulders and some of your textbooks in one arm, you walked down the quiet hall at a relatively fast pace, looking through every door for an available room for you to complete your homework. But in almost every room you looked through, there was a teacher that you knew for sure would've gotten suspicious if they saw you doing your homework. And you didn't exactly work well when you were in a room with the presence of someone else, so you kept on looking for a room where you knew for sure you would've been alone.

Finally, after almost reaching the end of the hallway, you paused when you had approached the large doors that led to the library. You usually didn't go there to do your homework, but since nobody seemed to go there this early in the morning, even the teachers, you figured it would've been perfect.

You approached the door before you used your free hand to grasp the handle and slowly open it, peeking inside to check if anybody was in there. The first thing that came to your eyes was a table and a single, unoccupied chair off to one side of the room. After taking a brief look around, you realized that the large room was empty.

Perfect, you thought as you entered the room and closed the door quietly behind you before you made your way over to the empty chair. It was so quiet that you were able to hear your own breathing, and you figured that with this kind of silence you would've been fully focused and concentrated on your homework.

As you approached the chair in front of the table, you paused and stared down in confusion when you saw that someone's stuff was already on the ground next to it. Lifting your gaze a little bit so that you were able to look at the table, you saw that the only thing sitting on top of it was an open book.

Is someone already sitting here? you thought as you shifted your gaze back and forth from the book to the backpack and jacket that lay next to the chair. Finally, you shook your head before you grasped the end of the chair and lifted it, walking around the circumference of the table enough so that you were able to place the chair a good enough distance away from the stuff. Finally you sat down, putting your backpack on the floor and proceeding to put your books on the table and take out the rest of your stuff.

As soon as you opened your textbook, your gaze instantly settled on your test that you had previously stuffed in there. You felt anger pulse through you as you grasped the test and stared down at it, wondering what could've happened to make you get such a bad grade. Well, history wasn't exactly your best subject, but you spent a lot of time studying for this test, so why should you have—

"Oh, I didn't realize that you were already sitting here."

At the sound of a sudden voice, your eyes widened and you let out a gasp as you almost jumped out of your seat. You shakily turned your head around and lifted your gaze to stare directly into the eyes of a slightly familiar person. You recognized him from somewhere, but your life had been such a stressful mess in the past 24 hours that you weren't able to remember where.

A few seconds of silence passed as you continued to stare into the boy's slightly confused eyes before you cleared your throat, your surprise replacing with irritation when you realized that you were no longer alone in the room. "I wasn't. Someone's stuff was already here so I just moved to this end of the table."

Another moment of silence passed before he spoke up again. "You're the girl who bumped into me yesterday, aren't you?"

You looked up at him, frowning in confusion. "Yeah." You weren't very comfortable talking to people, and you wanted this conversation to end as quickly as possible.

The boy nodded. "Do you mind telling me your name?"

You felt a sudden wave of anger and frustration surge through you, and you crossed your arms and turned in your seat so that your back was facing him. "Of course I mind. Why do you want to know my name, anyway?"

Even though you didn't see it, you were able to tell by the tone of his voice that he was a little uncomfortable. "Well, seeing as I'm meeting you for the second time, it would be nice to know."

A few seconds passed before you let out an annoyed huff and replied. "It's _____."

The boy let out a tiny smile. "That's a lovely name. I'm Arthur Kirkland."

"Last names aren't necessary in a situation like this, you know," you said with a bit of anger in your voice as you turned around in your seat to look up at Arthur, completely ignoring the compliment he gave you.

A frown almost instantly came to his face. "It would be good if you learned how to act a bit nicer around people."

"Yeah, well, I can't act very nice when I still have homework to finish," you said bitterly before you shifted in your seat so that you were staring down at your textbook opened in front of you, your forehead in your hands.

Arthur blinked, a bit of surprise showing in his eyes, before he asked, "You still have homework to finish?"

"Well, duh!" you said louder than normal, tugging at your hair in frustration. "I just told you that. Are you deaf or something?"

Arthur frowned in a bit of irritation before he replied. "I was just curious. You don't need to ask me idiotic questions to prove your point."

"It's called a rhetorical question," you muttered through slightly gritted teeth. "Now can you just go away?"

"Why must I?" he asked, making you all the more frustrated. "Is my presence bothering you?"

"Yes!" you said a little too loudly. "I need to finish my homework, and I can't do that if someone else is in the room!"

Arthur was silent for a few moments before he walked over to a nearby chair, pulled it up in front of the table next to you, and sat down. "If you want, I might be able to help you."

"Help me?" you asked in disbelief as you lifted your head to look up at him. You instantly felt yourself drawing back when you realized how close he was to you, even though he wasn't really that close. Anger flamed in your eyes as you pushed your chair away from him. "Why on earth would I need your help? Can't you see that I need to deal with this on my own?"

Arthur scanned the piles of textbooks that were surrounding you on the table before he lifted his gaze to look up at you, a bit of concern in his eyes. "Well, seeing as how much work you need to do and how little time you have, it would seem like it would take a lot of effort to get all of it done."

Can you just go away?! you screamed in your head before you took a deep breath and replied, lowering your gaze back to your textbook. "I don't get why you need to help me. I mean, we barely know each other. Can't you just take your stuff and move somewhere else, away from me?"

"Well, after seeing the way you were in a rush yesterday and the amount of work you have to do now, your life doesn't appear to be very easy, does it?" Arthur asked, keeping his emerald gaze fixed on you.

"Why do you want to know about my life?" you muttered. "Just mind your own business, okay? You know what, you can help me by being quiet and taking your stuff and moving somewhere else. I really don't need you wasting any more of my time."

A long stretch of silence passed between the both of you, and though you kept your gaze firmly fixed on your textbook, you found that you were simply unable to concentrate because you knew that Arthur was still there next to you. You wished more than anything that he would've just listened to you and left, since you weren't comfortable with his presence at all. You lifted your gaze from your book, about to take your stuff and move somewhere else, when your eyes widened and your heart rate increased when you saw that Arthur had picked up your test and was staring intently at it with a visible frown on his face.

"Hey, give that back!" you yelled before you snatched the test away from him, causing him to look up at you with a bit of surprise visible in his eyes. You glared at him as you took the test and shoved it under your textbook. "Did I ever give you permission to look at that?"

Arthur was silent for a few moments before he replied, "Well, I noticed that there were a lot of errors in it, and I thought I might be able to help you fix them. History isn't your best subject, is it?"

"I don't need any of your concern!" you said before you took your things and put them inside your backpack, frustration billowing inside you. "Why can't you understand that I don't need any of your support whatsoever and that you can't just leave me the hell alone? I've already asked you to leave a thousand times and you still make a failed attempted to try and have a conversation me!"

You zipped up your backpack before you flung it over your shoulder and stood up from your seat, glaring down at Arthur as he looked up at you in a bit of surprise and confusion. You didn't pay attention to the small amount of hurt that was in his eyes and instead continued. "I'm leaving. If you think you can just follow me around and help me, you're wrong. Just don't talk to me anymore and just leave me alone, okay?"

Without giving Arthur the chance to reply, you spun around, stormed out of the library, and slammed the door behind you, frustrated that you hadn't gotten the chance to complete any of your homework because of him.

Why does he even want to help me? you thought as you walked down the hallway, once again looking for an available, empty room to complete your homework. It's not like he should care about me. Nobody does, after all.
Reader-chan, why do you have to be so cruel? Arthur was only trying to help >:C

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jocelynluna Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2014
is it me, or the me here is being a bitchy girl? she is tsundere after all~
yumgry Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
This is so great! Plus it's long. All the reader inserts I've read have been one-shots. I can't wait to read more! :3
HailleyPie Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My life is so opposite from this. But I got bullied a lot when I was younger so, maybe I can relate a little....?
Pasta-Magic Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2013
"Well, history wasn't exactly your best subject,"
Me: Yush it is. I am the best at it actually.~
Arthur: Shut up.
Me: Why am I such a bitch in this? I mean in real life no-one cares about me, but I'm not like this.
Arthur: Shut up.
Me: And why are you so sexy? My god I have never met anyone as sexy as you.
Arthur: Shu- WAAAAT?
Me: Well, like "Is my presence bothering you?" was unbelievably sexy. In Liverpool NO-ONE is posh like dat.
Arthur: W-well t-thank you.
Me: I love you, ya know.
Arthur: W-W-W-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?! *falcon punch*
Me: *Team Pasta is blasting off agaaaaain*
LoveyouCry Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
XD I really like this!
60sMetal Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Pokemon? Team Rocket? :iconteamrocketplz:
Pasta-Magic Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2014
REFERENCE. You are correct. =7=
NightwishVodka Featured By Owner May 4, 2013  Hobbyist Filmographer
I must not lie I have acted like this before.
No one cared about me. I could have dropped dead and not one single person would care.
Teachers would try to help and I would get frustrated.
A close friend of mine now, once tried to help me. He was the first person to talk to me.
I couldn't keep a conversation so I was basically a jerk to him all the time.
I feel bad now but when all you think is hatred, anger, rage, depression, suicide you will act like this.
But man am I a jerk in this.
lenkagaminexmiku Featured By Owner May 11, 2013
Me too this describes my life except I get amazing good grades and I'm in honors class
NightwishVodka Featured By Owner May 11, 2013  Hobbyist Filmographer
I had amazing grades in everything except English. English has always sucked for me. I'm always on the gold honor roll now so that's better.
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