Textbook Maniac Novels & Stories

He kept looking from his father to the paper that he was flaunting to his face for acceptance and signing. "Tick-tock, time is going by." Cappuccino smiled like he meant no harm. To deal with a Maniac, one needed to be a maniac for a while and that was just the case with his son - Alexander Leonardo.

I teased, leaning across the table to look at Bianca's syllabus. ​As the three of us sat there, swapping horror stories about move-in day and complaining about the sheer volume of textbook reading we already had assigned, I felt that familiar, comfortable warmth settling back into my chest. ​Revised Diagnosis: Maybe Ashcroft wasn't the Mariana Trench after all. Maybe it was just a bigger pond. I had my fiercely loyal best friend, a gorgeous new neighbor who shared my exact major, and a flawless outfit. ​I leaned back in the booth, watching Talia casually wave at the blond athlete who was still staring from across the room, while Bianca explained her hyper-organized color-coding system.

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That’s why we consider him as an introvert. When we reached the second floor, textbooks are in front of us that caught Gio’s attention. “Oh, STEM textbooks!” He said and went in its direction. He gets the open copy and examines the contents. “I might need this,” He said and he checked the price. “Oh shit. It’s expensive. You’ll be going to use it for just a year” He added that makes me laugh. I was staring and observing his face while he’s looking for textbooks. His face looks innocent. It’s like an angelic face.

Liam had that easy vibe that was open with no pretenses and it made talking to him feel normal and relaxing. “Hang in there, okay? And also, as your senior, I've got this ultimate hack for you. Just skip the handouts these professors dump on us. Half the time, it's just gotten straight from the textbook anyway. Focus on the textbooks instead, and you'll pass your exam easily. Trust me, it saved my ass last year.” His eyes lit up, nodding fast as he ate another fry. “I’ll definitely focus on my textbooks and lock in. You're a lifesaver.”

Doesn't he already have a large library? “It's an identification textbook. Study them properly. So you wouldn't have to ask for names and functions of certain objects or items that everyone believes you should know. Sorry, it's hard on you.” I shook my head at his final statement. To become strong again, especially in a world where I am new to everything, I know it's not gonna be easy. “It's not hard on me, Nate. I am super duper intelligent. I will finish reading and understanding all the textbooks in a day so make sure you order lots of them.”

That includes telling them of my plans with Professor Arthur. “Relax. It’s not like I’m going to actually sleep with him. Unless it absolutely, totally, unequivocally calls for it.” Manon openly glared at me. “You have finally lost your mind. All those big ass textbooks have fried your brain cells. Your parents will strangle you.” “And when you’re dead, they will imprison your soul in a vessel for future torturing.” Eiji added coolly. He and Manon exchanged a high five over my head.

To cover my stupid act, I start to help her find the textbook that doesn't exist. Stupid boy. This would be a good time to just dash through the door and disappear. She stops, before glancing at me and pulling a textbook out of the pile. "This textbook?" "Yes," I nod even before she is done. Anything to sell my story. "Well, that's odd. I remember buying this exact textbook from a thrift store years ago. It still has that annoying sticker on it..." My cheeks go hot, and I immediately know that I cannot do this anymore. "You know what, Miss Wayne? I don't even know why I'm bothering you about this. I'll call Luther again and we will just sort this out ourselves. See you tomorrow, okay?"

He bathed his eyes innocently at our professor. "Miss Bryce, be considerate and share your textbook." Then there was another skid on the floor as Tyrelle moved his seat closer to mine as well. Immediately Al and I raised our hands in unison to complain. "Teach! The son of the owner of this school has no textbook!" l screamed. "Teach! The mutt is invading my Gabby poo's personal bubble without my permission!" Al yelled as well. I glared at the hybrid. "It should be my permission and not yours. Get your facts straight."