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His hands shook slightly as he typed on his notebook. It was sometime in the early hours of the morning, his body was screaming to go to sleep, but something told him that his stress wouldn't allow him to rest yet.
- It's always like that. Will I ever be able to work with someone competent in my life? - he sighed, taking another sip of his coffee, now cold after being forgotten for 40 minutes.
All of this was the fault of that biology teacher - okay, maybe not everything, but he was the one who had the idea of pointing out the closest people and forming groups. With his luck, he obviously had the pleasure of being with none other than his beloved Norton Campbell. Hooray. He wanted to kill himself.
The work had to be delivered at 9pm tomorrow, which in this case would be today, there were 20 minutes of presentation and who is the only one who didn't do their part? Cumbell. That arrogant Mexican- he had requested everyone's email address 5 times to edit in the same doc, checked 10 times to make sure it was the correct address, so why the hell was his part blank?
- If tomorrow he tells me that he hasn't started yet...
He closed the computer lid, sending one last warning to the group before surrendering and blacking out on his bed.
“Subedar: Those who do not deliver their share by 4pm will be removed from the group.”
He came to the conclusion that he had a worse grimace on his face than he usually had, because today even the teachers were thinking twice before looking at him.
- Please gather in groups to continue the work. Today is the last class you will have to work. - the old man announced, not taking long to occupy himself with a screen of his own.
With all the grace he possessed within him, Subedar threw himself into his chair, dropping his backpack onto the floor like a bag of trash. At the desk in front, with a lost look and the expression of someone who had no idea of the crimes he committed at birth, Norton threw a piece of gum in his mouth, blessing everyone with his saliva while chewing with his mouth open.
- Cuntbell.
- Hmm. -He didn't take his eyes off the computer.
- Where's your part?
- In the document, idiot. Where else would it be.
- It's not.
This made the other look at him for the first time, irritation present.
- In addition to having a height deficit, are you also visually impaired now? It's literally there. - he stood up, turning around and leaning over the shorter man's shoulders, facing the screen.
- If I'm blind, you're schizophrenic, you're the only one who didn't even open the document. - he pointed to the area designated for the brunette's text, in fact, empty.
- You gotta be shitting me... - he took the other's hand off the mouse, entering his personal space, expelling him more than anything else. - I literally went to sleep at 3am yesterday editing that thing, the app didn't save it or something? If he wanted to fuck me like that he should have taken me to dinner first, tsk.- He finally walked away, returning to his seat confused.
- Assbell, how can you be so worthless? It was literally your only job, we gave you the smallest part that YOU asked for, and you still didn't get it? - Naib didn't notice that his voice was slowly increasing.
- Subedar, shut up for a moment, will you? - he said stressed, he was clicking erratically on his notebook - It's supposed to be here, I know it is... where the fuck is it? Ugh, you yelling is just going to bother me more.
He laughed - Me? Yelling? I'm not screaming at all! - He moved his computer out of the way so he could better face the worthless person. - I'm literally asking you for the minimum, but even that is too much for you. I think you better believe me, if you don't send it ready by 4pm, you'll be removed and you'll lose the only note that will save you from being re-
- I found it, you piece of shit. - He turned the computer around, shoving it in the younger one's face. - I only wrote it in another private document, that's why you didn't receive it. You don't need to be so upset about it, or shout in my ears.
- Oh.
Taking the screen away from his face in an attempt to not be blinded, he analyzed the document. In fact, everything was there as the tallest said, and even organized like the requested model too. When he looked over it, everything seemed complete. That's... great?
Naib took his eyes off the electronics and stared at the brunette's frown.
Norton Campbell?
The one who copies all the work from others to get a grade?
Doing something?
Something good?
- Why that face? I told you, cabrón! - He gestured pissed off to the doc - It's all here, just tell me the name of the original file and I'll send it all there, okay? It's not complicated. - He said sullenly, taking his computer from Naib's hands and sitting down angrily. - I'll tell you, would it hurt to ask me before you start cursing me? Fuck.
- The file, - still a little shocked by the other's reaction, Naib got confused in his words - the file is called group five, yes. I sent it, look up-
- “Subedar”. - He spat - As hard as it is for you to believe, I know how to look for a fucking email. - He clicked here and there, enter. - Done, my shit is on your fucking document.
- ...
They stared at each other for a while, however, Subedar remained silent, still with the same face as before. There was no malicious comment or retort to break the unintentional tension they left in the room. Seeing the shorter man's expression, Norton smiled, not snobbishly, more disbelief than anything else.
- Teach', can I go to the bathroom?
And with that he slammed the door on his way out.