jak lead scott to a table at the back of the library; close by were the computers were. grabbing a chair, he SLID into it before quickly tapping at the keyboard; logging his student id and password ito the system, before pulling out a chair at the desk behind him for scott. he then turned himself over, now sitting in the chair the wrong ( but COOL ) way.
❝ miiiight need a comp, just in case somethin’ makes no FUCKIN’ SENSE. don’t worry too much ‘bout it. ❞ he said with a flavourful shrug, before digging out of his bag and dumping his math textbook onto the desk, in front of himself and scott. ❝ alright, lessee…what did we do today, uh… ❞ murming under his breath, jak flicked through the book as he tried to look for some familiar material, before ULTIMATELY exclaiming ❝ found it !! ❞
he gestured at the book towards scott, pointing at the chapter that was titled “GEOMETRY: FORMULAS”. at least it was just memorizing crap instead of actually learning how to do things, but what was more noteable was the sheer CLUSTERFUCK of doodles that covered every page, along with weird writing that appeared to be some attempt at…poetry ?? the doodles varied from rainbows and smiling cats to skulls and dismembered limbs, some overlapping with the ACTUAL questions.
❝ i…uh. sorry. about the mess. ❞ he said, qucikly slamming the book shut as his face turned a brief shade of red. ( fuck, that was embarassing. he forgot he was a doodler. and writer. fuck. ) ❝ it’s just…y’know. lyrics ‘n stuff. ‘cause i wanna start a band. kinda hard t’find people though but – anyway !! that looks like it’s…IT. that was easy. just gotta remember everything on those pages. should be easy, right ?? RIGHT ?? ❞
tilting his head at scott, he then buried his head into the desk with a groan. ❝ god, i fuckin’ HATE math so goddamn MUCH… ❞ he cursed, trailing off, before deciding to change the subject. instead, he looked over at scott for a second, as if he was ANALYZING him.
❝ …hey, SCOTTY, you ever think of bein’ in a band ?? ❞ he questioned, as he twirled over to the computer and began to open a few webpages. ❝if y’dunno how to play anythin’, i can teach ya. learned guitar by m’self, so it can’t be TOO HARD t’learn somethin’, right ?? i’d say y’come off as a DRUMS guy, but that’s just me. like….a team player. backbone of the squad. that’s what th’drums are in a band, yanno ?? ❞
taking the chair, he sits down in it and leans forwards a little, setting his math book down on the desk so he didn’t have to hold it anymore. it’s not like it was heavy-- it was just full of math and that made it feel heavy. heavy with useless knowledge.
“i don’t think most of it will make sense! it is math, right? i thought math was just numbers, and then they put letters too! it doesn’t make any sense!” he watches him look through his textbook, idly drawing circles on the cover of his own.
he looks at the pages, brows raising. there sure were a lot of doodles and little writings-- not that he particularly minded or anything, even if some of them covered up some of the questions. he thought they were all very nice! he’s knocked out of admiring them when he shuts the book, blinking a couple of times before looking back up at jak with a smile.
“it’s okay!” he gives a slow nod, pretty interested in the band thing. he didn’t know many people who wanted to start a band, if he was being completely honest with himself. but he thought it was cool! “-- yeah, it should be easy! uhm..hopefully.”
scott tilts his head, fingers lightly tapping on the cover of his math textbook. “i don’t think i have, but it would be pretty cool. don’t know how to play anything, though..” he gives a small laugh. “well, if you wanna teach me, i’d be up for learning! drums always seemed fun to play!”
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