*, introspective inconveniences (Seth)

[eric]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

3:00 PM

He didn't like what he'd seen. It wasn't the look on his professor's face that upset him, but the bold red marking on the front of his AP Physics test that said '47% F. Ridiculous!' Was that really necessary? That asshole. Eric thought to himself as he stared at the paper whilst passing the halls and antechambers. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, but with a backpack slung over his shoulder and that paper in front of his face - let's say he ran into more than just a couple people along the way. Maybe the 'Ridiculous' meant that his professor didn't expect Eric to do poorly. To be quite honest, Eric was one of his best and brightest students... but that was when the new school year had started.

Now, there was obviously something bothering him and the student made some foolish mistakes that shouldn't have been overlooked. He paid attention, he showed up on time, he did his homework, but for some bizarre reason his test performance was very poor. I need to correct this now. I can't afford to flunk because of some stupid mental issues I can't get over, He thought to himself and stuffed his test into his backpack with some force. Visiting the library seemed to be the best thing to do. Besides, squandering time with his jock mates and flirting with their girlfriends while they weren't looking didn't get him anywhere. He could always do that another time. But right now, AP Physics came first. When he arrived there, he took his time finding a spot that was secluded and empty.

The senior didn't want to be bothered and knowing his dumbass jock friends, they'd probably try to find him and mess around, risking all of them of being kicked out for causing a scene. Two maroon leather lounge chairs next to each other, with a small table in front of them, were available. They were adjacent to a wall that had a window which overlooked the courtyard below. Setting his bag down, his emerald eyes surveyed the place, seeing that the two shelves containing fiction books would serve their part in shutting him off from anyone who wanted to nag him. Before he got his papers out, he made sure his cellular phone was put on silent, but by doing so he saw that he had two missed calls and fourteen unread messages. "Really? Can't these guys leave me alone?" He muttered after a sigh and put the phone back in his pocket.

Sitting down in the comfortable lounge chair, he got his Physics book out and on his lap before proceeding to get his neatly arranged notes out on the table. Twirling a mechanical pencil between his fingers, the teen intently looked over the errors in his test. It was embarrassing to go over it, especially after recognizing what mistakes he made and what the correct answers should've been. But that was the learning process, right? Still, he tried to concentrate but knew the thoughts in his subconscious were starting to invade and disrupt his current train of thought. Frustrated, he mumbled mathematical equations, theorems, and the law of thermodynamics and scribbled down side notes on his test. He expected to have his study session interrupted by his buddies, but he hoped that wouldn't be the case.

TAGGED ! Seth
WORDS ! 558
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! Sometimes by Skillet
CREDIT ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! I aim to keep things short, so I hope you don't mind that :]

[wickedgent]

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Seth had been loitering in the library rather uncharacteristically. He didn't really care for the massive book repository simply on account of the fact that it just wasn't his niche. All his studying occurred back in his room and occasionally outside in the courtyard. The only times he ever bothered to wander about the library was when he was in need of alternative research material, or when he actually had the mind to read a book that was absent of his minimal collection. He didn't mind reading on occasion, but it happened hardly enough to actually be considered an appropriate hobby. The only series he donated excess amount of time for had been the Rangers Apprentice, but as far as that went, he had the ten volumes out, stored on a bookshelf in his room alongside his music scores that had been placed categorically in binders of the same shape, size and color. When it came to his scores, he was particularly anal about it, but the rest of his room usually lay in a haphazard mess.He preferred to preserve his energies for something more entertaining than cleaning... like pissing off Amber Crowne... or jumping in on Corbi's photo sessions. Or better yet, pissing around with Lara.

But, instead, today he could be find dawdling around in an absent search for a book on Hungarian composer, Franz Liszt - the main subject of his current musical endeavor. He had been struggling for days on his pieces and he figured maybe, if he knew more about the guy, he'd be able to fill in the context of which he was missing - get a feel of what the guy was intending to interpret through his scores. He walked the isles of the reference section, having to navigate over to the music section. His hunt had gone poorly, the only book he managed to find was focused mainly on his death rather than his life as a composer. After about a half hour of searching he was near ready to give up. At this point he was all the way back into the historical section stalking up and down the row of books rather annoyed. This wasn't going nearly as well as he had hoped. But when did it ever? He heaved a bit of a frustrated sigh before bending down to glance over the bottom room. Eying the titles abrasively he latched on to one, more focused on historical musicians of the nineteenth century. He propped it open to the index against he knee, crouching as he was.

Trailing his finger down the list of names, he stopped and closed it. Finally, something decent. He stood straight, making his way back to the common area of the library - which was luxuriously littered with comfortable seating, desks, and the like. A few students had made claim on the desks, others in setting. He glanced around, not really expecting to see any of his friends wandering about, but as he came to a rather familiar back, he caught his breath. Not ten feet from him, stowed a bit out of the way in by the fictional area was Eric Sugars, a senior, and further yet his former... uh... sexual interest? There history had been a bit muddled. They met up last year through menial run ins and sort of got off on the wrong foot initially, what with the guys jock-type disposition and Seth's general irritation. But at some point or another they'd come to somewhat of an understanding even went so far as sucking face at some party - half drunk. Well, honestly it went further then that with all the alcohol in their systems, but not far enough to qualify as third base. Which had been entirely disappointing as Eric had wimped out. This had left Seth more than bit bitter with him, especially since Eric was the one that had made the first move.

They hadn't really talked much since and seemed to be faltering under a line of awkwardness whenever they did. And since school started, he actually hadn't talked to him at all. And irritated as he was with him, he almost felt inclined to now. Why not? Sure things would be awkward, but he used to really enjoy Eric's company. Deciding to suck it up and shove the particularly hazy memory aside, he made his way over to the lounge chairs that had doubled up before a small table, "Shocker to see someone of your caliber in the library of all places," He broke in, slipping down into the chair beside him, trying to smother any awkwardness that may have come out, "What's the deal?" He asked, making for subject.

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WORDS. 781.
TAGS. ERIC.
MUSE. AGAIN - FLYLEAF.
OUTFIT. CLICK HUURRR!
NOTES. XD HURR. SORRY IT TOOK A BIT TO GET UP.

lyrics. again - flyleaf
credits. template - me; dem. steal and I eat you.
playby. - kevin zegers