Don T Disturb My Study Novels & Stories

he told me with a nervous look like I’ll just ask him to go away or something and scratched the back of his head looking down for a moment. “It’s fine, I don’t mind but I’m in the middle of doing an assignment for English, hope it won’t bother you?” I told him explaining the situation because I don’t want him to be disturbed and mess up his quiz tomorrow, not everyone can study with sounds around them if he is one of them then I don’t think he will be able to tolerate us because we will speak a lot when doing the project.

he said studying my face. "Nothing much and get your hands off me someone might see us" I said and kept a little distance from him. "We are friends and no one would like friends been distance"he took a step closer to me and I smiled. "Let study together or what do you"he asked, why is everyone studying with me. "I only study in the mid-night and am not studying with you I might not be able to concentrate and it my first test I don't want to fail"I teased and he smirked.

I don’t want him to sit with us anymore, but I have no real reason to reject him. I give no smiles, no warmth. I haven’t confronted him about all that shit, and I don’t intend to. I don’t need the drama, but I no longer have any urge to be nice to him. He finally stopped harassing me on I*******m, and I hope he leaves me well alone. As far as I’m concerned, he’s another classmate I have no interest in. I want to forget it all and focus on studying like I used to. Lately, I have been easily distracted by all of this.

Bella I stared at the screen of my laptop in the campus library, heart pounding as I refreshed the student portal one more time. And there it was: my grades updated. The failing mark in Darrell’s class had flipped to a solid B. Passed. Scholarship safe. No more panic emails from financial aid. No more late-night spirals about dropping out.

I could take nap and get rid of all this tiredness but I need to study. I get out of my school clothes and change into pair of sweats. I force myself to sit at my desk and study. If I study for at least three hours I’ll feel good. I take out my stationery and turn on some soothing music and light a candle. I’m going to take all this frustration, anger and tiredness and channel them into my studies. The most important thing to me right now is to pass my matric with distinctions. And the only way I will do that is if I block out all the distractions.

He pulled me into his arms as though nothing had changed. "Alright, don't be mad. Next time I'll take you with me," he teased against my ear, dismissing my silence as nothing more than a woman's temper. His gaze grew hungry, predatory, as if he might devour me whole the very next second. But before anything else could happen, his phone buzzed on the table. With a frown, he stood and answered it. I exhaled in relief until I heard the syrupy, delicate voice on the other end. "Honey, someone's knocking on my door. I'm scared!"

It was a short drive from my school back to my condo unit. "What do you want to eat for dinner, Miss?" I stopped in my tracks for a second to think but I shook my head at him. "I'm good, I really don't want anything to eat. But feel free to go out to eat dinner with the others." "Are you sure--" "Yes, I am sure." I cut John off. "I am going to study tonight so please I really need peace and quiet. No disturbance." John nodded at me. I smiled at him before I went inside my room and made sure to lock the door to avoid unnecessary disturbance.

He'd even taken out the black ring, the one that marked the Donna. But in the end, all he did was let me look at it. Could I really ever wear it? Thinking of that, I let out a tired sigh. Just then, the door opened. Julian stood in the doorway. "The West Harbor thing. Handled?" I didn't turn around. I just reached up to slide the album back onto the shelf. But it was only halfway in when his hand closed over my wrist. His eyes landed on the album's cover, and his voice eased.

I planted a hand against his shoulder—firmly, though he barely budged—and pushed him back an inch. "First of all, step back. Second of all, a D-minus?" I stared at him, genuinely appalled. "How do you even get a D-minus in basic sociology? It's literally the study of human behavior. Do you just sit in class and stare at the wall?" "I sit in class and think about hockey," Lael corrected smoothly, completely unbothered by my judgment. "And sometimes I nap. But that’s where my brilliant new tutor comes in."

I ignored him until finally his figure came pouting and sat beside me. "Why don't you come, when I called! I really need your help!" "You don't see, I'm studying right now? Your course exam...today! You are very kind ... don't want to leak out the material that comes out at all! I have to really get good grades...for this... if I want my GPAto be alright!" My scowl. There are too much to memorize in the material ... It really stressed me out. Just watch out if he turnsed out to be issuing a super difficult question. I'll talk to him when I get home from home.