Don T Disturb My Study Novels & Stories

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

Priya called her name loudly. She opened her eyes a bit and tried to get up. She said annoyingly, " What is your problem priya? Why are you up so early? At least let me sleep yaar, Exams are over, holidays are going on, please let me sleep. Come on yaar you know that we slept at 4:00 so do not disturb ." I was surprised to see her at Priya's place. But it was a very pleasant surprise.. I wanted to talk to Priya about her and she was right here.

First of all, we aren’t civil enough with each other for him to make such casual remarks. “Who says I’m running?” I demand. He slides the book back onto the shelf. Stepping into the annex, I shut the door behind me and force my voice to stay even. “I’m not running. In fact, I’m here to study for the mid-semester exam. Since you’re busy here, I’ll leave so you can have privacy.” “Yeah?”

I hoped not. "So...." I began, "what's all this about?" "I'm looking for a comfortable place to study. Without noise or too many people." "I said that I'm free though." "But I want a place without distractions." "My place is exactly that." My tone turned teasing, "Or do you mean that you might get distracted by me? Am I that handsome?" He scoffed with an eye roll. "You wish. You're just a noisy guy who has been all up in my business since we met. You might not stop talking."

He suddenly said making me frown. “Who will disturb you if you study at home?” I asked but he didn’t say anything to that question but then I remember how these two days he was disturbed because of my birthday and mainly because of me. “I promise to not disturb you at all and just message you once or twice.” I added but he shook his head. “We will meet after the exams and you concentrate on your exams.” He said releasing my hands but I held them tightly. “I will not disturb you no matter what happens, Abhi.” I pleaded but he shook his head again before pulling me into his arms and hugged me tightly.

I cut him off but he just raise both of his brows up before dropping the piece of paper down on his table as he lean back on his chair. “Of course you know, you are not a literature student for no reason, but I see you are easily distracted and your terms doesn’t go well with your actions. If something happens, do not let it ruin more of yourself. If you got a problem outside the school, probably home or what, you must not take it here in class and let that single problem ruin another. Look now, you failed your quiz—“

"You are not fine." I opened my mouth and closed it again because he wasn't wrong, I had flinched twice already, my body doing things my brain hadn't authorized, the leftover jumpiness of a morning I was trying very hard to file away and move past. "I just need to get through finals," I muttered. "Then let's get through finals." He opened his book again. We studied in quiet for about twenty minutes, real studying this time, and I was just starting to feel something close to settled when my phone buzzed face down on the table.

Again. Bastard. My pen rolls off the notebook as I lean forward again, elbows on the desk. The dim lamp beside me casts a soft pool of light over the page, but my focus has long since abandoned supply curves and market theory. Another message arrives before I can respond. 'What are you actually doing right now?' I glance down at the open notebook. The half-outlined paragraph. 'Trying to study' I type back. 'Trying?' 'You’re distracting.' 'Careful,' he replies. 'You almost made that sound like a compliment.'

“Just don’t disturb me.” “When have I disturbed you?” He asked. I crossed my arms on my chest as I leaned back on the chair. “Do you remember in our third year when I was hiding from my friends at the public library because I wanted to study for the exams and then you asked if I could help you with one of our subjects?” “I didn’t disturb you. I asked if it’s alright with you if you could help me study, and you said yes!” “Of course, I’d say yes. You looked so pitiful that time. Maximus told me how you’re feeling so down because your parents were disappointed with your results,” I retorted. “It was honestly fine with me, but that doesn’t change the fact you disturbed me.”

he says calmly. "Yes, sir," I nod. I look for a notepad to take notes but I must have forgotten to bring one. "Don't worry, this will be more of a demonstration. No notes needed," he says in a husky tone. I look up at him to see he's removed his jacket and is now rolling up his sleeves to show off toned forearms that have me squirming. He walks over to me and leans down on the armrests. His face is inches from mine when he says, "Your squirming is giving you away."