September 29, 2014 - 09:52
English class just ended when Chiba felt his phone vibrate.
Pulling his phone from under his desk, Chiba immediately answered the call, not bothering to check the display ID. "Hello?"
"Ryuunosuke you bastard-!"
And Chiba ended the call. He does not want to hear that voice especially in the morning.
His phone lit up and a message popped up from his lockscreen. Chiba clicked his tongue when he read the words "Don't cut me off!" displayed on the notification bubble.
His phone vibrated once again and Chiba almost tightened his grip on it. With a vehement sigh, he answered the call from the same number yet again.
"I'm in class, Eiji. The hell do you want?" He made sure to keep his voice low.
"Oh you know damn well what I want! This track you sent me-"
"So you finally remembered to check it, congrats." Chiba stood from his seat and manuveured his way to the back doorway.
"Listen to me, you sadist. I checked the bass track and are you seriously expecting me to play this shit?!"
"Yeah."
"My fingers are gonna burn off!"
"So you can't do it, then?" Chiba leaned onto the wall by the hallway when he's a distance away from the classroom.
"It's not that I can't. I CAN but-"
"Then what are you whining about if you can actually do it?"
"I'm talking about live performances! Ugh, let me finish for once, dammit!"
Chiba fought back a smirk. "Eiji, we rarely perform our b-sides."
There was a slight pause from the other line and Chiba could tell exactly the moment when Eiji finally processed his words. "...Joy Ride is a b-side?"
"You weren't listening last Saturday, were you?"
Chiba could only sigh when he heard sheepish chuckles. "I swear to god, Eiji... Anyways, you can definitely pull your part off in the recording, right?"
"...yeah. I hate you."
"I hate you too." He responded right back. "See you later."
Chiba then cut the call off, not allowing Eiji to make any more possible remarks, and walked back to class. He was suddenly feeling more drain that he already was.
And it's only been the first period.
"I thought I heard you swearing earlier." Chiba nearly jumped in surprise when someone spoke right behind his ear. He turned to see Nakamura looking at him almost expectantly. "Usually, it'd take you by third period to swear for the first time," she pointed out, grinning.
Chiba frowned a little. Nakamura can be incredibly perceptive when she chooses to. Since she is no exception to not knowing much of what he's thinking since he hides it well enough, she then resorted to paying attention to his habits and make something out of them.
The fact that she's right and can read him easier this way makes him feel uneasy.
Chiba leaned onto his desk and let out another tired sigh. "So I wrote a song," he began.
"Uh huh." Nakamura took his seat.
"And our bassist had a lot to complain about his part." He inwardly rolled his eyes at the thought. "Said he can't pull it off live."
"So it's a difficult song?"
"Sorta. The composition didn't take much, but I guess performing it live would be a challenge." Chiba briefly explained. "Not even my parts are easy."
Nakamura blinked, especially at the last part. "Then shouldn't it make sense that your bassist would complain about the difficulty?"
"Except that we never perform our b-sides live. And that song is a b-side." While saying so, Chiba opened his phone and began scrolling through his messaging app. "He probably wasn't listening when I briefed them last weekend."
Finding what he's looking for, Chiba turned his phone for Nakamura to see what was displayed on the screen.
"I even sent a message to our group chat yesterday as a reminder and look." Nakamura took notice at how irritated Chiba began to sound like and bit down a laugh. "The idiot hadn't opened this gc since last Wednesday!"
"Sounds a lot like you but worse." Nakamura bursted into laughter when Chiba sharply looked at her, visibly offended.
"Unlike him, at least I do read everyone's messages!" He pulled his phone away from her with a huff. "I only send messages when I got something to say. Otherwise, I see no point to when my questions were already being answered by our other chatty classmates."
"You really treat our class group chat like it's an online meeting board, huh?"
"Like we can talk about anything outside of school and assassination, anyways." Chiba frowned. "Kataoka-san moderates the group chat, especially with Okajima on the loose."
"That's true..." Nakamura trailed off for a moment. "We should really start making our own group chat. It's been more than half a year already..."
Chiba smiled wryly in response. "Yeah, you do that. Add Puey too if you want. Not much language barrier for him on there since we don't really type in Japanese that much anyways."
He paused for a bit.
"...do we?"
"You don't." Nakamura snorted. "I could search for your message history in our gc and I swear they'd be mostly in English."
She let out a chuckle. "Or just stickers and gifs."
"It's faster that way," Chiba muttered with a frown, facing away from her.
"But anyways, enough about the gc." Nakamura tapped his elbow to get him to face her again. "You sound and looked really cranky this morning, like you even snapped at Okajima on the way here. I doubt Fukiyose-kun was the cause, so what's up?" She raised an eyebrow.
Chiba began to sweat nervously at her sudden expectant gaze. Clearing his throat, he took another glance to his phone.
"Anyways, 2nd period's about to start." Chiba stood from his desk and turned to Nakamura. "I need my seat back. Shoo."
Nakamura could only look amused. "You're dodging the question, Chiba-kun. What's up?"
"Koro-sensei's about to arrive, Nakamura-san." Chiba tried again, his jaw tightening.
"I'm not gonna move until you tell me anything." Nakamura firmly told him.
How stubborn!
But Chiba found himself relenting in the end. "It's a long story and a period break just isn't gonna cut it. I'll... I'll tell you later at lunch."
Nakamura eyed him for a moment before letting out a tired sigh.
"See? It's not that hard, isn't it? Didn't Koro-sensei told you that it's okay to rely onto other people? Most especially you to voice out your concerns?"
She stood from Chiba's seat and walked by him.
"Don't always keep your problems to yourself, you hyper independent workaholic." With a grin, Nakamura playfully nudged him with her elbow. "Think of it as venting. You do that sometimes, don't you? It's like that but you get a good advice or not as a little bonus, or something."
Chiba laughed dryly in response as Nakamura was about to waltz her way back to her own seat. She turned to him once more, this time looking almost sheepish.
"My bad if that was kinda blunt, by the way." She raised an unsure fist towards him.
Almost fondly, Chiba bumped the raised fist with his own. "Like I'd care about bluntness." He huffed.
"True." Nakamura agreed.
Chiba wordlessly watched Nakamura walking back to her seat, then crashed into his own seat, with what little bit of energy left of him now completely sucked dry.
And it's only been the first period.
He is not looking forward to the rest of the day.
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