How To Cover Textbook Novels & Stories

The two girls kept walking. The first-year crouched down and started gathering her textbooks from the floor, and her hands were moving faster than they needed to, the hurried efficiency of someone trying to finish being visible as quickly as possible. Ava set her bag against the wall. She walked around the corner, crouched down beside the girl, and picked up the furthest textbook, which had slid almost to the opposite wall. She brought it back and held it out without saying anything, because commentary would have made it worse.

But I was close enough that he'd notice me if he looked up. I pulled out a textbook, some random one I'd grabbed from my locker. Then I leaned forward over the table, pretending to read. I made absolutely sure he had a clear view down my shirt. There was no way he could miss it if he looked this way. I waited. I leaned forward enough to show what I wanted to show but not so much that it looked forced. Minutes passed. He didn't look up. I crossed my legs. The movement made my skirt ride up a little higher on my thighs. He still didn’t look my way.

“You have too many books again.” “You have a problem.” “I have free hands.” “You also have your own things to carry.” “My bag is doing most of the work.” I reached for the book. Cole lifted it higher. “Give it back.” “Say please.” “Absolutely not.” “Then I guess I’m carrying chemistry today.” “You realize people are watching us argue over a textbook.” “That helps.” “With what?” “The relationship.” I looked around, and he wasn’t wrong. A few people nearby were pretending not to stare while doing a terrible job of it.

Like someone exhaling from a long sleep. I closed the book gently, my fingers rested on the leather cover. Then I stood and placed it on the shelf in my room, between a cracked mug with a cartoon pancreas on it and a worn copy of my anatomy textbook. I decided to bask in the moment, enjoy it as much s I could and try not to think of anything bad.

I sighed. I lay my baby in her crib. She was fast asleep which was a good thing. I walked to the shelf beside the bed and opened the lower drawer, I collected my books; a chemistry textbook and a jotter to read. I preferred textbooks to school notes because they brought deeper meanings to a subject and exposed various tricks to get your answers. I lay down on the floor with a blanket burying myself in. I managed to find my hands and started attacking organic chemistry.

I found Raghav sprawled on his bed like a dying soldier, one hand dramatically covering his forehead, the other clutching a Physics textbook as if it had personally stabbed him. “Yeah, yeah.. Got it.” He snatched the book back, flipping to a page. “Okay, explain this… whatever the hell is going on here with momentum.” “Gladly,” I said, grinning. “Step one: try not to cry. Step two: Open the plastic of seals of your Physics book .” *** Raghav’s head is buried in his Physics textbook like it’s a death sentence. His hair is all over the place, eyes wide, muttering formulas under his breath.

"Alright students, open your textbook to page 17" Everyone did as instructed but Layla wouldn't take her eyes off me. I smiled at her and pointed at the textbook in front of me, just to inform her that we were asked to open it, not stare at me. That did the magic cause she looked away and started flipping through the pages of her textbook. Now, that's a good girl right there. I opened my textbook but then I paused and looked around. What page did she say again? 70 or 77? Wait, I'm sure she said 77 or maybe 7. At least, I remember that 7 was included.

Chapter 1 Ava's Pov "Fuck, Riley, I cannot study like this at all," I groaned out loud while slamming my textbook shut with a loud thud and then tossing it right onto the carpet where it landed in a heap, the pages fluttering a little before settling down.

I knock once, then push the door open without waiting for an answer. She's changed into comfortable clothes, sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, and her hair is pulled back in a messy bun. No makeup. Just her. She looks different like this. Younger. Less guarded. I toss the textbook onto her desk. "Here." She picks it up without commenting on my attitude, flipping through the pages with a focused expression. "Okay, this is your module." She's talking more to herself than to me. "And the test covers chapters twelve through fifteen. Molecular bonding, Lewis structures, VSEPR theory..."

Miss Han interjects, shaking her head at my antics and holding out an expectant hand, one eyebrow rising. I beam at her, making a gesture of zipping my mouth shut. Then I hand over my library card and unpack my backpack on her table, yanking out berets, then my personal textbooks, a few notebooks, before finally getting to the library textbooks I’d checked out last two or three weeks.