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Tales written by BBHTales on Wattpad. I'm going to post the links to my stories: they're short, sweet and romantic. Enjoy some brownie bites!

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Purple.

Núrnith looks up to the sky, slowly swaying her head from one side to the other, in a gentle movement to relax her neck and shoulders.

It’s not uncommon for the night to be so silent, especially here in the land of Dôl, yet she always manages to be amazed by it. If something is ordinary, it doesn’t necessarily means it can’t be extraordinary in its own way.

A little bit like Merle, she can’t help but think. 

He’s a human, and the gods know how humans are the most useless and weak species of them all. They don’t have wings or a faster way to travel. No magic. No ability whatsoever.

Four limbs, delicate skin, so easy to kill. Slow, defensless, harmless.

Núrnith almost smiles at the thought that her uncle Trahern had discribed humans by comparing them to the Pîns that live on the ground of their homeland.

And for awhile, she really thought of them, of Merle, that way.

But if the humans are so helpless in front of a universe filled with powerful creatures, with no weapons and a place to hide, they still have something unsteable.

Art.

And that is why the creatures should not be trying to delete humanity.

And that is why she’s on her journey. To stop them from making an irredeemable mistake.

As long as there are humans, art is safe.

Núrnith clenches her fist around the dagger, feeling hope and determination refilling her body.

She raises her gaze on last time to the purple sky, as deep as her name, before jumping down the rock onto the soft grass.

“Let’s go Merle.”

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Purple.

Núrnith looks up to the sky, slowly swaying her head from one side to the other, in a gentle movement to relax her neck and shoulders.

It’s not uncommon for the night to be so silent, especially here in the land of Dôl, yet she always manages to be amazed by it. If something is ordinary, it doesn’t necessarily means it can’t be extraordinary in its own way.

A little bit like Merle, she can’t help but think. 

He’s a human, and the gods know how humans are the most useless and weak species of them all. They don’t have wings or a faster way to travel. No magic. No ability whatsoever.

Four limbs, delicate skin, so easy to kill. Slow, defensless, harmless.

Núrnith almost smiles at the thought that her uncle Trahern had discribed humans by comparing them to the Pîns that live on the ground of their homeland.

And for awhile, she really thought of them, of Merle, that way.

But if the humans are so helpless in front of a universe filled with powerful creatures, with no weapons and a place to hide, they still have something unsteable.

Art.

And that is why the creatures should not be trying to delete humanity.

And that is why she’s on her journey. To stop them from making an irredeemable mistake.

As long as there are humans, art is safe.

Núrnith clenches her fist around the dagger, feeling hope and determination refilling her body.

She raises her gaze on last time to the purple sky, as deep as her name, before jumping down the rock onto the soft grass.

“Let’s go Merle.”

[brightestblackholetales]

Hello! It has been a week since my last post, and I apologize for that, but I've been extra busy. The good thing about it, though, is that I got to replenish my inspiration to write again, and I'm ready-

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of purple tomorrows

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🤔

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Our Chemistry pt.2

“Hey girl!” 

Alice snaps her head up: it’s Maisy, her best friend, walking up to her table before plopping down on the chair in front of her and dropping her bag on the floor. 

“Hey.” Alice’s much quieter reply doesn’t go unnoticed by Maisy, who gives her a worried look. 

Alice shakes her head smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. Only didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh, right!” Maisy accepts the coffee cup her friend is holding. “You had that chemistry test. How did it go?”

“Good, actually. The results are already in: I got 85%.”

Maisy raises both eyebrows: “Damn. I’d say more than good. Didn’t you say you were going to fail? Are you one of those students who like to complain about their bad results when in reality they did perfectly?” 

“No! I was serious when I said I was screwed. I was only lucky to get help last night.”

“Who helped you?”

Alice lowers her gaze nonchalantly. “Jude did.”

Her best friend deadpans. “Jude? As in Jude Higginson? My boyfriend’s best friend?”

Alice nods quickly. 

“I thought you two didn’t get along.”

“We don’t!” Alice admits. “Last night, however, I was on the verge of a crisis, and he offered his help. He said he’d already studied that stuff, and I had to accept.”

Maisy stares at her without blinking, and Alice shifts uncomfortably. “Also, I called you here to ask you a favor. Do you happen to know what’s Jude’s favorite drink?”

The girl huffs out a laugh. “No, I don’t. I’m happy to know that you asked to meet for this, though.”

“Could you ask Max?” Alice begs. 

Maisy gives her an are-you-kidding-me look but pulls out her phone from the purse nonetheless. 

 After a few seconds of utter silence, Maisy jumps up with a giant smile. 

“Hey, sweety! I’m here with Alice. Yes. She asked if you know what’s Jude’s favorite drink. Yeah… I didn’t ask. Because I didn’t think it’d be important! … fine.” 

Moving the phone away from her ear, Maisy looks at her friend: “He asked if you’re doing it because you two had sex.”

Alice turns deep purple and splutters something, to which Maisy only chuckles. 

“No, I don’t think they didn’t. Why can’t you just give me an answer?! …alright, thank you. I love you, text you later!”

Finally facing Alice, the girl smirks: “Two shots latte macchiato.” 

And now, a few minutes later, Alice was standing in front of his dorms’ door, holding a cup of steaming latte macchiato, with her wrist frozen mid-air.

It was Maisy’s fault. 

Her best friend always made fun of her whenever they’d see Jude around the campus because apparently, he had a crush on her. 

Jude Higgins had a crush on Alice Goddard, the girl he always picked a fight with. 

And while Alice had tried to reason with her best friend that it wasn’t possible to like someone you loathe, she simply had ignored her, like always. 

 Alice was certain he didn’t like her, but still, it’d be nice to know if he did. 

Mainly because she had kind of liked him when they’d first met, but then he decided to act like a jerk around her, and she’d got along with it. 

It was time to woman up. Maybe he did feel something for her. 

Alice knocked on the door, which must have been already open because, with only a light touch, she had a complete view of his room. 

And a shirt-less Jude spread on his bed. 

And a blondie in a bra, shoving her tongue down his throat. 

Oh. 

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How about a third part? 😉

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Hi I found you on wattpad. I have a question for you about love on the basketball court: is Noelle inspired by someone you know? I find her very funny

O k a y, so it’s finally time for this.

First off, than you Anon! 😘

To answer your question, Noelle is built on me. 

Love on the basketball court was my first one shot ever, so I didn’t have much experience. I still don’t, but I’d like to think that I try to give my characters different personalities.

Noelle is kind of like me. Insecure, tends to overthink and is mostly anxious about everything: that’s probably why you find her funny, because in some ways she’s relatable.

That doesn’t mean we’re identical. But some behaviours are just like mine, so, I don’t know, maybe we could’ve been friends. 😂

I hope this answered your questions, and remember that my askbox is always open!

If you haven’t read it yet, here’s the one shot I’m talking about.

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What do you think of this format? Should I make more? DM me! 😘✌

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I'M BACK BABY

- Prompt Prophet

[brightestblackholetales]

Hi I found you on wattpad. I have a question for you about love on the basketball court: is Noelle inspired by someone you know? I find her very funny

O k a y, so it’s finally time for this.

First off, than you Anon! 😘

To answer your question, Noelle is built on me. 

Love on the basketball court was my first one shot ever, so I didn’t have much experience. I still don’t, but I’d like to think that I try to give my characters different personalities.

Noelle is kind of like me. Insecure, tends to overthink and is mostly anxious about everything: that’s probably why you find her funny, because in some ways she’s relatable.

That doesn’t mean we’re identical. But some behaviours are just like mine, so, I don’t know, maybe we could’ve been friends. 😂

I hope this answered your questions, and remember that my askbox is always open!

If you haven’t read it yet, here’s the one shot I’m talking about.

[brightestblackholetales]

Our Chemistry pt.2

“Hey girl!” 

Alice snaps her head up: it’s Maisy, her best friend, walking up to her table before plopping down on the chair in front of her and dropping her bag on the floor. 

“Hey.” Alice’s much quieter reply doesn’t go unnoticed by Maisy, who gives her a worried look. 

Alice shakes her head smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. Only didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh, right!” Maisy accepts the coffee cup her friend is holding. “You had that chemistry test. How did it go?”

“Good, actually. The results are already in: I got 85%.”

Maisy raises both eyebrows: “Damn. I’d say more than good. Didn’t you say you were going to fail? Are you one of those students who like to complain about their bad results when in reality they did perfectly?” 

“No! I was serious when I said I was screwed. I was only lucky to get help last night.”

“Who helped you?”

Alice lowers her gaze nonchalantly. “Jude did.”

Her best friend deadpans. “Jude? As in Jude Higginson? My boyfriend’s best friend?”

Alice nods quickly. 

“I thought you two didn’t get along.”

“We don’t!” Alice admits. “Last night, however, I was on the verge of a crisis, and he offered his help. He said he’d already studied that stuff, and I had to accept.”

Maisy stares at her without blinking, and Alice shifts uncomfortably. “Also, I called you here to ask you a favor. Do you happen to know what’s Jude’s favorite drink?”

The girl huffs out a laugh. “No, I don’t. I’m happy to know that you asked to meet for this, though.”

“Could you ask Max?” Alice begs. 

Maisy gives her an are-you-kidding-me look but pulls out her phone from the purse nonetheless. 

 After a few seconds of utter silence, Maisy jumps up with a giant smile. 

“Hey, sweety! I’m here with Alice. Yes. She asked if you know what’s Jude’s favorite drink. Yeah… I didn’t ask. Because I didn’t think it’d be important! … fine.” 

Moving the phone away from her ear, Maisy looks at her friend: “He asked if you’re doing it because you two had sex.”

Alice turns deep purple and splutters something, to which Maisy only chuckles. 

“No, I don’t think they didn’t. Why can’t you just give me an answer?! …alright, thank you. I love you, text you later!”

Finally facing Alice, the girl smirks: “Two shots latte macchiato.” 

And now, a few minutes later, Alice was standing in front of his dorms’ door, holding a cup of steaming latte macchiato, with her wrist frozen mid-air.

It was Maisy’s fault. 

Her best friend always made fun of her whenever they’d see Jude around the campus because apparently, he had a crush on her. 

Jude Higgins had a crush on Alice Goddard, the girl he always picked a fight with. 

And while Alice had tried to reason with her best friend that it wasn’t possible to like someone you loathe, she simply had ignored her, like always. 

 Alice was certain he didn’t like her, but still, it’d be nice to know if he did. 

Mainly because she had kind of liked him when they’d first met, but then he decided to act like a jerk around her, and she’d got along with it. 

It was time to woman up. Maybe he did feel something for her. 

Alice knocked on the door, which must have been already open because, with only a light touch, she had a complete view of his room. 

And a shirt-less Jude spread on his bed. 

And a blondie in a bra, shoving her tongue down his throat. 

Oh. 

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Our Chemistry pt.2

“Hey girl!” 

Alice snaps her head up: it’s Maisy, her best friend, walking up to her table before plopping down on the chair in front of her and dropping her bag on the floor.

“Hey.” Alice’s much quieter reply doesn’t go unnoticed by Maisy, who gives her a worried look. 

Alice shakes her head smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m alright. Only didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh, right!” Maisy accepts the coffee cup her friend is holding. “You had that chemistry test. How did it go?”

“Good, actually. The results are already in: I got 85%.”

Maisy raises both eyebrows: “Damn. I’d say more than good. Didn’t you say you were going to fail? Are you one of those students who like to complain about their bad results when in reality they did perfectly?” 

“No! I was serious when I said I was screwed. I was only lucky to get help last night.”

“Who helped you?”

Alice lowers her gaze nonchalantly. “Jude did.”

Her best friend deadpans. “Jude? As in Jude Higginson? My boyfriend’s best friend?”

Alice nods quickly. 

“I thought you two didn’t get along.”

“We don’t!” Alice admits. “Last night, however, I was on the verge of a crisis, and he offered his help. He said he’d already studied that stuff, and I had to accept.”

Maisy stares at her without blinking, and Alice shifts uncomfortably. “Also, I called you here to ask you a favor. Do you happen to know what’s Jude’s favorite drink?”

The girl huffs out a laugh. “No, I don’t. I’m happy to know that you asked to meet for this, though.”

“Could you ask Max?” Alice begs. 

Maisy gives her an are-you-kidding-me look but pulls out her phone from the purse nonetheless. 

 After a few seconds of utter silence, Maisy jumps up with a giant smile. 

“Hey, sweety! I’m here with Alice. Yes. She asked if you know what’s Jude’s favorite drink. Yeah… I didn’t ask. Because I didn’t think it’d be important! … fine.” 

Moving the phone away from her ear, Maisy looks at her friend: “He asked if you’re doing it because you two had sex.”

Alice turns deep purple and splutters something, to which Maisy only chuckles. 

“No, I don’t think they didn’t. Why can’t you just give me an answer?! …alright, thank you. I love you, text you later!”

Finally facing Alice, the girl smirks: “Two shots latte macchiato.” 

And now, a few minutes later, Alice was standing in front of his dorms’ door, holding a cup of steaming latte macchiato, with her wrist frozen mid-air.

It was Maisy’s fault. 

Her best friend always made fun of her whenever they’d see Jude around the campus because apparently, he had a crush on her. 

Jude Higgins had a crush on Alice Goddard, the girl he always picked a fight with. 

And while Alice had tried to reason with her best friend that it wasn’t possible to like someone you loathe, she simply had ignored her, like always. 

 Alice was certain he didn’t like her, but still, it’d be nice to know if he did. 

Mainly because she had kind of liked him when they’d first met, but then he decided to act like a jerk around her, and she’d got along with it. 

It was time to woman up. Maybe he did feel something for her. 

Alice knocked on the door, which must have been already open because, with only a light touch, she had a complete view of his room. 

And a shirt-less Jude spread on his bed. 

And a blondie in a bra, shoving her tongue down his throat. 

Oh. 

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PROMPT #307

“Be honest with me. How much of a mess am I?”

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Our chemistry

Alice was about to bump her head into the next wall.

It seemed that no matter how many times she swore to herself that she would not procrastinate anymore, she just kept doing it.

Which is exactly why she now found herself sitting alone in the dorms’ common room, at one A.M., surrounded by books she couldn’t read well because of the low lights, and two currently empty coffee mugs.

And that wasn’t even the worst part!

No, because she had an upcoming chemisty test tomorrow and for some reason, she had only realized it that morning.

And since she already had made plans to go grocery shopping with her aunt, who needed her help with all the bags, it was only two in the afternoon when she had finally opened her books.

And now, now she was about to have a mental breakdown, a bad one, at that.

There were nearly three months worth of studying and she had to learn everything by heart in one night: otherwise, she’d have to wait another semester to try again, and she didn’t have the time for that.

She needed to pass on the first try. However, right now, she was certain she’d fail.

Anxiety, fear, stress, panic took a toll at once, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face: moments later, she was full-on sobbing.

“What are you doing?”

Alice nearly fell out of her chair. Hiccupping louder than she meant, she raised her head to see Jude Higginson, the best friend of her current best friend’s boyfriend.

Not exactly the type of guy she would befriend on campus: yet here he was, looking at her like she was some sort of alien.

Suddenly remembering her looks, she scrambled to pat dry the tears on her cheeks with the sleeves of her jumper. She only stopped when she understood how useless it was: she was having a crisis alone at night, Jude wasn’t her friend and he wasn’t even a boy she’d ever want to impress: did it really matter if she looked like some kind of rare panda?

“I said, what are you doing?”

Alice cleared her throat: “Studying.”

“At one A.M.?” Jude raised an eyebrow.

“I study better at night.”

“You were crying.”

Alice dropped her forearms on the table, producing a loud thud sound: “Listen, I don’t need this right now. I get that you like bickering and-and going around being all sarcastic, but I am in a hurry-” she gestured to the pile of books sitting right next to her notebook. “And I’d really appreciate it if you left me alone.” She gave him a tight smile and didn’t even wait for his reply to go back to her things.

“Why were you crying?”

Alice sighed loudly before looking up. She didn’t need this, she so didn’t need this!

“I was having a bit of a crisis because as you can see, I have a lot of stuff to study, but I only have a few hours to do so, and you got in just as I started having a panic attack.”

The two stayed silent after that, but knowing Jude, he was probably about to go and pop another question to make loose time, precious time.

“Why are you studying all of this now, though?”

She gripped the pencil in her left hand: “You really want me to say it?” She laughed forcefully. “I procrastinated. Alright? I kept pushing away my responsibilities and then I friggin’ forgot I had a test on the 13th and as you can see now we’re on the 12th, no, actually it’s already tomorrow, but you get the gist-”

Alice stopped her banter when she saw the blank expression on Jude’s face: then, like he’d just had an epiphany, he pulled out a chair from a desk nearby and sat down right next to her.

“What are you doing?” She stayed unnaturally rigid.

He sighed obnoxiously: “Helping you, obviously.”

“… no.” Alice shook her head with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Yes. I took this test two weeks ago, I already know this stuff. If you want to make sure you pass it, I suggest you accept my offer without asking dumb questions.”

Alice stayed still, pondering on her options.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time is running thin, dear. You better decide…”

“Fine.”

He said he’d already taken the test, right? Then this would definitely turn out to be a good idea.

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Stay tuned for part 2 ✌😉

[brightestblackholetales]

Our chemistry

Alice was about to bump her head into the next wall.

It seemed that no matter how many times she swore to herself that she would not procrastinate anymore, she just kept doing it.

Which is exactly why she now found herself sitting alone in the dorms’ common room, at one A.M., surrounded by books she couldn’t read well because of the low lights, and two currently empty coffee mugs.

And that wasn’t even the worst part!

No, because she had an upcoming chemisty test tomorrow and for some reason, she had only realized it that morning.

And since she already had made plans to go grocery shopping with her aunt, who needed her help with all the bags, it was only two in the afternoon when she had finally opened her books.

And now, now she was about to have a mental breakdown, a bad one, at that.

There were nearly three months worth of studying and she had to learn everything by heart in one night: otherwise, she’d have to wait another semester to try again, and she didn’t have the time for that.

She needed to pass on the first try. However, right now, she was certain she’d fail.

Anxiety, fear, stress, panic took a toll at once, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face: moments later, she was full-on sobbing.

“What are you doing?”

Alice nearly fell out of her chair. Hiccupping louder than she meant, she raised her head to see Jude Higginson, the best friend of her current best friend’s boyfriend.

Not exactly the type of guy she would befriend on campus: yet here he was, looking at her like she was some sort of alien.

Suddenly remembering her looks, she scrambled to pat dry the tears on her cheeks with the sleeves of her jumper. She only stopped when she understood how useless it was: she was having a crisis alone at night, Jude wasn’t her friend and he wasn’t even a boy she’d ever want to impress: did it really matter if she looked like some kind of rare panda?

“I said, what are you doing?”

Alice cleared her throat: “Studying.”

“At one A.M.?” Jude raised an eyebrow.

“I study better at night.”

“You were crying.”

Alice dropped her forearms on the table, producing a loud thud sound: “Listen, I don’t need this right now. I get that you like bickering and-and going around being all sarcastic, but I am in a hurry-” she gestured to the pile of books sitting right next to her notebook. “And I’d really appreciate it if you left me alone.” She gave him a tight smile and didn’t even wait for his reply to go back to her things.

“Why were you crying?”

Alice sighed loudly before looking up. She didn’t need this, she so didn’t need this!

“I was having a bit of a crisis because as you can see, I have a lot of stuff to study, but I only have a few hours to do so, and you got in just as I started having a panic attack.”

The two stayed silent after that, but knowing Jude, he was probably about to go and pop another question to make loose time, precious time.

“Why are you studying all of this now, though?”

She gripped the pencil in her left hand: “You really want me to say it?” She laughed forcefully. “I procrastinated. Alright? I kept pushing away my responsibilities and then I friggin’ forgot I had a test on the 13th and as you can see now we’re on the 12th, no, actually it’s already tomorrow, but you get the gist-”

Alice stopped her banter when she saw the blank expression on Jude’s face: then, like he’d just had an epiphany, he pulled out a chair from a desk nearby and sat down right next to her.

“What are you doing?” She stayed unnaturally rigid.

He sighed obnoxiously: “Helping you, obviously.”

“… no.” Alice shook her head with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Yes. I took this test two weeks ago, I already know this stuff. If you want to make sure you pass it, I suggest you accept my offer without asking dumb questions.”

Alice stayed still, pondering on her options.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time is running thin, dear. You better decide…”

“Fine.”

He said he’d already taken the test, right? Then this would definitely turn out to be a good idea.

[brightestblackholetales]

Stay tuned for part 2 ✌😉

[brightestblackholetales]

Our chemistry

Alice was about to bump her head into the next wall.

It seemed that no matter how many times she swore to herself that she would not procrastinate anymore, she just kept doing it.

Which is exactly why she now found herself sitting alone in the dorms’ common room, at one A.M., surrounded by books she couldn’t read well because of the low lights, and two currently empty coffee mugs.

And that wasn’t even the worst part!

No, because she had an upcoming chemisty test tomorrow and for some reason, she had only realized it that morning.

And since she already had made plans to go grocery shopping with her aunt, who needed her help with all the bags, it was only two in the afternoon when she had finally opened her books.

And now, now she was about to have a mental breakdown, a bad one, at that.

There were nearly three months worth of studying and she had to learn everything by heart in one night: otherwise, she’d have to wait another semester to try again, and she didn’t have the time for that.

She needed to pass on the first try. However, right now, she was certain she’d fail.

Anxiety, fear, stress, panic took a toll at once, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face: moments later, she was full-on sobbing.

“What are you doing?”

Alice nearly fell out of her chair. Hiccupping louder than she meant, she raised her head to see Jude Higginson, the best friend of her current best friend’s boyfriend.

Not exactly the type of guy she would befriend on campus: yet here he was, looking at her like she was some sort of alien.

Suddenly remembering her looks, she scrambled to pat dry the tears on her cheeks with the sleeves of her jumper. She only stopped when she understood how useless it was: she was having a crisis alone at night, Jude wasn’t her friend and he wasn’t even a boy she’d ever want to impress: did it really matter if she looked like some kind of rare panda?

“I said, what are you doing?”

Alice cleared her throat: “Studying.”

“At one A.M.?” Jude raised an eyebrow.

“I study better at night.”

“You were crying.”

Alice dropped her forearms on the table, producing a loud thud sound: “Listen, I don’t need this right now. I get that you like bickering and-and going around being all sarcastic, but I am in a hurry-” she gestured to the pile of books sitting right next to her notebook. “And I’d really appreciate it if you left me alone.” She gave him a tight smile and didn’t even wait for his reply to go back to her things.

“Why were you crying?”

Alice sighed loudly before looking up. She didn’t need this, she so didn’t need this!

“I was having a bit of a crisis because as you can see, I have a lot of stuff to study, but I only have a few hours to do so, and you got in just as I started having a panic attack.”

The two stayed silent after that, but knowing Jude, he was probably about to go and pop another question to make loose time, precious time.

“Why are you studying all of this now, though?”

She gripped the pencil in her left hand: “You really want me to say it?” She laughed forcefully. “I procrastinated. Alright? I kept pushing away my responsibilities and then I friggin’ forgot I had a test on the 13th and as you can see now we’re on the 12th, no, actually it’s already tomorrow, but you get the gist-”

Alice stopped her banter when she saw the blank expression on Jude’s face: then, like he’d just had an epiphany, he pulled out a chair from a desk nearby and sat down right next to her.

“What are you doing?” She stayed unnaturally rigid.

He sighed obnoxiously: “Helping you, obviously.”

“… no.” Alice shook her head with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Yes. I took this test two weeks ago, I already know this stuff. If you want to make sure you pass it, I suggest you accept my offer without asking dumb questions.”

Alice stayed still, pondering on her options.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time is running thin, dear. You better decide…”

“Fine.”

He said he’d already taken the test, right? Then this would definitely turn out to be a good idea.

[brightestblackholetales]

Our chemistry

Alice was about to bump her head into the next wall.

It seemed that no matter how many times she swore to herself that she would not procrastinate anymore, she just kept doing it.

Which is exactly why she now found herself sitting alone in the dorms' common room, at one A.M., surrounded by books she couldn't read well because of the low lights, and two currently empty coffee mugs.

And that wasn't even the worst part!

No, because she had an upcoming chemisty test tomorrow and for some reason, she had only realized it that morning.

And since she already had made plans to go grocery shopping with her aunt, who needed her help with all the bags, it was only two in the afternoon when she had finally opened her books.

And now, now she was about to have a mental breakdown, a bad one, at that.

There were nearly three months worth of studying and she had to learn everything by heart in one night: otherwise, she'd have to wait another semester to try again, and she didn't have the time for that.

She needed to pass on the first try. However, right now, she was certain she'd fail.

Anxiety, fear, stress, panic took a toll at once, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face: moments later, she was full-on sobbing.

"What are you doing?"

Alice nearly fell out of her chair. Hiccupping louder than she meant, she raised her head to see Jude Higginson, the best friend of her current best friend's boyfriend.

Not exactly the type of guy she would befriend on campus: yet here he was, looking at her like she was some sort of alien.

Suddenly remembering her looks, she scrambled to pat dry the tears on her cheeks with the sleeves of her jumper. She only stopped when she understood how useless it was: she was having a crisis alone at night, Jude wasn't her friend and he wasn't even a boy she'd ever want to impress: did it really matter if she looked like some kind of rare panda?

"I said, what are you doing?"

Alice cleared her throat: "Studying."

"At one A.M.?" Jude raised an eyebrow.

"I study better at night."

"You were crying."

Alice dropped her forearms on the table, producing a loud thud sound: "Listen, I don't need this right now. I get that you like bickering and-and going around being all sarcastic, but I am in a hurry-" she gestured to the pile of books sitting right next to her notebook. "And I'd really appreciate it if you left me alone." She gave him a tight smile and didn't even wait for his reply to go back to her things.

"Why were you crying?"

Alice sighed loudly before looking up. She didn't need this, she so didn't need this!

"I was having a bit of a crisis because as you can see, I have a lot of stuff to study, but I only have a few hours to do so, and you got in just as I started having a panic attack."

The two stayed silent after that, but knowing Jude, he was probably about to go and pop another question to make loose time, precious time.

"Why are you studying all of this now, though?"

She gripped the pencil in her left hand: "You really want me to say it?" She laughed forcefully. "I procrastinated. Alright? I kept pushing away my responsibilities and then I friggin’ forgot I had a test on the 13th and as you can see now we're on the 12th, no, actually it's already tomorrow, but you get the gist-"

Alice stopped her banter when she saw the blank expression on Jude's face: then, like he'd just had an epiphany, he pulled out a chair from a desk nearby and sat down right next to her.

"What are you doing?" She stayed unnaturally rigid.

He sighed obnoxiously: "Helping you, obviously."

"... no." Alice shook her head with a hint of a smile on her face.

"Yes. I took this test two weeks ago, I already know this stuff. If you want to make sure you pass it, I suggest you accept my offer without asking dumb questions."

Alice stayed still, pondering on her options.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time is running thin, dear. You better decide..."

"Fine."

He said he'd already taken the test, right? Then this would definitely turn out to be a good idea.