“I said homework out of habit,” she said, making a bit of a face and glancing back down at her book. “I’m really studying for finals. The big last hurrah of the school year. I’ve been trying not to stress myself out and just take each subject separately, but it’s a little hard not to stress even a little,” she told him.
“We have one more week, and then it’s over,” she told him, laughing a little. “The seniors are done though, graduation was just last weekend. It’s weird that they’re gone, actually. It makes me feel really old.”
He nodded slowly. “Ah, finals. I know that feeling,” he agreed, letting out a low whistle and shaking his head. “I definitely always stressed about it. Tried not to, but… Sometimes stress gets away from me,” he said, a good-natured laugh seeping into his tone that wasn’t quite reflected in his eyes. Lucky for him it was sunny—prime false-confidence weather. Nobody could really see his eyes when it was sunny, he always ended up having to squint, and his eyes were pretty narrow to begin with.
“Why old?” he asked curiously, moving off the court to sit down, finding keeping up a conversation a little awkward from that distance, angle, and height. “I mean, think of it this way. I was a junior when your seniors were freshman,” he grinned. “You’re not old yet.”
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rymarshall reblogged this from alainbrowne and added: “I will,” he nodded, heading out onto the court.
