Chapter 23: Chapter 22: One Week Left

It's been one week since the day Onee-chan helped me with my 'studies'. Occasionally, she would ask me if I need help and stuff like that, but I couldn't exactly accept her offer; even if I really did need the help. She still had to worry about herself. I wouldn't be happy if I was reason she's held back. 

One week left. There is only one week till the final exams.

Even though I know what'll happen if I don't take this seriously, I can't help but slack off. Not sure why. It's just really tempting; to pick up my console and start playing(or just do something else). That's what happens when I'm not in the mood. 

There were a couple of days when I just flew past the notebook, but lately, I've just been out of it. I can't focus for some reason. 

Maybe it's because I'm accumulating stress, or maybe I'm just becoming lazy since its so close. I don't know. All I know is that I have to change- Before it's too late.

"Hey Souma," I say, turning to him. He's about to take a bite of his bread, but It seems I stopped him.

"What's up?" He says, as the wind whips his hair around. 

Today is really windy for some reason- not that I'm complaining. The warm air balances the slightly cold-ish and makes it feel relaxing. I could sleep out here- that's how good it feels. 

Sadly, day's like these are quite rare. You don't get them that much.

"Help me with the exam."

"Huh? Sure, but let me guess," He smirks. "You don't want to bother your sis so now you're coming to bother me."

"Hmm~ Whatever do you mean. I could and would never do such a thing." I go back to eating as if I have no clue what he's talking about.

"Sure you couldn't." He says, doubting my intention. Though, he really should be doubting me. After all, he's correct with this little guess. 

I don't want to bother Onee-chan, and so, I'm asking him.

"Well, whatever. Let's go my house,"

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You don't come over much, and plus..." He looks ahead of him. I'm not sure where though. "I'll be moving soon, so you won't be able to soon."

"Then, wouldn't the same apply for you coming to my house?"

"I mean, yeah, but... I don't know. Well, whatever. You coming or not?" He says.

"I'm going~" 

After what felt like forever, school finally ended. 

The two of us stand up and leave the room, and after a while, we are in front of his house. It sure is big. Its like some kind of mansion, but the small kind.

I find myself staring up at it. 

"Let's go, Haruka!" He calls with the door already open.

I run up to him, take my shoes off and say, "Pardon the intrusion~" As I enter. 

"Ah, right. My parents aren't home, by the way,"

"Oh, I see. I guess I'll stay the night then." I joke. 

"Huh?" He turns his head to look at me, confused. 

"What? You were the one that said you're moving soon so this may be last chance or whatever,"

"Very well. Do as you please," He says, going into the kitchen, opening the fridge. 

"I'm just kidding."

After looking around his house, I go up the spiral stairs, thinking how much they pay for this place, and soon enter his room and take a seat in front of his floor table.

Souma soon enters the room with drinks in his hands. 

"Let's start," He says, taking a seat beside me after laying the drinks down.

"Sure."

.......

"Souma... I can't... Ugh..."

"No Haruka, not yet. I'm not done with you yet. This is all your fault you know," He says, smirking as he looks at me. "It's your fault for making me do this..."

This kid... what's wrong with him?! Why's he being so forceful?! No one told him to be like this!

"But... We've been studying for like an hour now though!"

"No, it's only been like 10-20 minutes."

"But still!!"

"Stop complaining and hurry up. We still have a lot left to do. You don't want to fail do you?" He grins, showing he's the one in control- that I'm just a puppet in the palm of his hands. 

Note to self, never allow him to get any dirt on me. Getting blackmailed by him will be the last thing you want.

Somehow, quite a bit of time passes by and we studied a lot. I feel like my heads about to burst. This guy is trying to kill me!!!

"If you're going to kill me, could you do it in a less painful way? Please?"

"Nope. I mean, weren't you the one that told me to help you study in the first place?"

"Ugh... But!"

"But what?"

"At least give me a break!"

He stays silent for a second, considering my plead for rest.

"Fine. But, only for 300 seconds," Souma smirks at me. 

"Fine-"

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, if you go for another 60 seconds over my already generous 300, you'll get a punishment."

"Huh?" 

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"It's going to be your job to convert 300 seconds, into minutes. Good luck~" 

I tried rebelling over this but, he doesn't listen. He looks like he's wearing headphones right now and is listening to music, but there is no headphones, nor is there any music. He's just sitting their smug, not even plugging his ears. He's not even making an effort to ignore me. That's how much he doesn't care.

I quit. I'm not even gonna complain anymore. He won't even listen anyways. What would be the point? I would just be wasting words. It's like convincing a stubborn person. There is almost no point. He'll just be more smug then he already is. That cheerful grin... tch!

I scoot to the side a little and fall back against his bedside.  

As my back touches the edge of his bed, I turn my head up to look at the roof. 

300 seconds sure sounds like a lot. What time is it right now?

I turn my head towards the clock. It reads: '4:15'. It's been about 18 minutes since we started. It felt like a whole hour passed. 

I mean, I know I asked for his help, and honestly, I'm kinda desperate here because there's only 7 days left, but still, this is too much! 

"You must be thinking about how this is 'too much', or something like that right?" He says, his eyes locked on my worksheets. He's checking the problems passed what I did and the ones I already did.

This kid... does he have eyes on his back or something? No, but still, I wasn't thinking aloud, was I?

"No, you weren't." He says.

Then, how'd he know??

I ignore his random assumption (that is correct). That's what he gets for torturing me like that.

Now, time to convert those 'generous' 300 seconds into minutes. He say's he'll give me a 'punishment' if I go for even a minute over the limit. Heh, you see, I'm quite smart, aren't I. I knew that 60 seconds equals 1 minute.

"That doesn't make you smart." He snickering, reading my thoughts with the eyes on his back(that don't exist).

Heh, he wouldn't dare give me a punishment-

"Yes, I would actually."

Shut your mouth!!! 

.............

Anyways, lets see... 120 equals 2 minutes, so... 240... add 60... Ah! So it's 5... minutes... Only!?

Well, whatever. A break is better than none. They say, 'Sometimes in life you have to be humble- To really enjoy life, you must be grateful for what you have'. Something like that.

I stand up, and start wobbling. My legs can't control themselves. The next thing I knew, I was atop his bed. What the? I thought as I stare up at the roof, confused by what just happened. I was standing... and now I'm on his bed?

I stand up again, this time, it's a little easier. I mean, I'm still finding it hard to walk, but it's not as bad before.

My poor legs are completely dead. After darting a malicious glare at Souma- that he doesn't even acknowledge, I lean down to touch my toes and then start doing stretches after that, hoping my legs would back to normal. 

..........

'Time passes by really quick when you're having fun' as they say. although that doesn't really apply to me right now cause I'm not having 'fun', but... still, my 5 minutes that he so 'generously' gave me are all over now. 

"Ha. ru. ka~" He calls, and I can hear his murderous intents from a mile away.

"I thought you said you wouldn't tell me when it's time," I say, trying to stall for time.

"Hmm~ But, you were the one that said I wouldn't dare to punish you, were you not?"

"Whatever could you mean~?" 

He ignores me and just looks at the papers. It seems he doesn't care, or he's just waiting for me.

I watch him as he thoroughly looks over the papers. 

Even though it is my fault we're studying, it's still so boring. Studying with Onee-chan was so much better. 

'Then why don't you go study with your Onee-chan then?' I can imagine him saying something like that. He's right though. Why don't I? Cause I don't to disturb her, duh.

Still though, I learned so much. I feel so confident, I think I can do the exam right now. This very second. 

Well, at least I'm not thinking I will fail. Though, being too confident is also really bad.

"Well, time for punishment. It's been a minute already."

"What~ C'mon, give me a little more time, Souma~"

" 'Souma'? Don't you mean 'Sensei'?" 

"No." 

"How rude. Anyways," He climbs atop his single person bed and sits right next to me, leaning against the white wall. "I don't plan on giving you more time for your break, but... Just listen to what I have to say for a little, kay?" He staring down at his knees. I can tell he's being serious right now because of his tone and by how he's behaving. This isn't like him. Something must be wrong. 

My face goes into a serious just like his. 

"I'm moving to XXXX street. It should take about an hour to get from here to there."  He says.

"So, you'll still be in Tokyo?" I ask, already knowing the answer. I know, but I still want to- still need to confirm. I didn't really think he'd leave Tokyo because Daichi High being in Tokyo, but still.

"Yeah." He replies, closing his eyes as if preparing himself or something. We just met a couple of years ago- you couldn't call us childhood friends, but we still somehow hit it off with each other quite well. We quickly became friends and boom, here we are. After taking a long pause, he finally says, "When I move..." He takes another pause, this time he looks at me. "You should come visit sometimes." 

I turn my eyes away from him and look at the wall across from me. It has awards and stuff hanging on it. There is even a small picture of us on a small frame sitting on his desk. 

"Sure." I say. "If I have time, that is." I turn my head and eyes back to him. "I mean, High schoolers have lots of work, am I right?" I say, smiling, referencing to that time in the café a couple of days ago. 

I know this is a somewhat 'serious'(?) conversation, but still, I had to say it. I guess... to lighten up the mood?

"Oh~ You sure are arrogant. A couple of minutes ago, you were dying over simple questions and now here you are, thinking you can get into a High school," He jokes.

"Be quiet. First of all, when someone smart- not that you're smart- says it's simple, you shouldn't trust them. Second of all... Uh, A-anyways..." 

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Lets go back to studying now," 

"Fine..." I guess we stalled enough time.

I get off the bed and go back to my torture. Can't say it'll be fun, but, I hope- No, I guarantee it'll be useful later.

That's right, Haruka! You have to survive this! You have to endure this for a little longer! You can do it! Remember, it's all for the sake of going to High school!

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