benji banji banjo benjito benny banjelino benk. (goldballs) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2018-03-05 19:03:00 |
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How quickly time had passed at Xavier's for Benji and he still managed to forget about midterms. Not that Benji was a bad student by any means, but the sheer amount his free time he had was used to help build sets for the school musical. And also hang out with people (which was a wholly new experience; Benji didn't have many people to "hang out with" back in Texas).
So while he managed to get homework done, he felt it slide right through his brain onto the paper and not stick when he really needed it. Math and science were easier for him general (numbers just made sense), but things like poetry and Spanish were harder, and always had been. He was certain he sounded terrible during the oral exam this morning to Señor Espinosa (Benji was hopeless with rolling his R's) and he definitely blocked out most of the discussion about sonnets (Benji and rhyme schemes clashed, distressingly so). Benji wished that all his classes could have been fun like Mr. Sinker's.
But now Benji really, really needed to nail his history paper. He could remember dates and years, but all the battles were blending together into one big long battle which was not right at all. And Benji knew staying in his room would only be asking for a distraction—there were so many movies on his laptop just waiting to be devoured. So he shoved all of his notes into his bag and trudged down to the library. Distraction free studying! No movies, no friends, no... Nathaniel; he had been the biggest attention stealer lately, without even knowing it. Benji wasn't going to tell him.
There was a table in the back of the library, perfect and quiet and oh—already occupied. Benji only noticed because of the open book, and the slightly askew chair. He hated to admit that he sometimes couldn't tell when Bebe was nearby unless he was concentrating really hard, and then he felt bad for even thinking about it, and then he wondered if that made him a terrible person (yes, Benji thought, definitely yes) and he had already worked himself up about it by the time he sat in the chair diagonally across from her.
"Hi Bebe," Benji said quietly, scratching the back of his neck, and looking thoroughly put out by his own thoughts. She couldn't possibly know what a horrible person he was, but that still didn't make him feel better. Instead he silently unpacked his textbook and his notes, and with a very miserable sigh, he folded his arms underneath his chin and began to read.
It didn't take long before Benji felt the need to fill the silence, which naturally was the exact opposite function of a library. "It's okay that I'm sitting here, right —" Benji gasped, clasped a hand quickly over his mouth, but it was too late. It definitely wasn't Benji's voice that came out of him.