As my exams were approaching, teachers got to do something. That's why some idiot invented worksheets.

During weekend, students of our class were given worksheets of all the subject. I never complete them, they just sleep inside my file.

Like wise, during last period of Thursday, I guess, maths worksheet arrived us. Remember my maths sir? He always teach things fast but when it comes to revision, he never respects it.

Did I mention maths revision worksheet was the last to arrive our class?

There is always someone who is born to distribute clasworks notes, answer sheet and papers. Same way, in our class that someone is named as Harry.

Idiotic chatter-box.

He is my bench mate, unfortunately. 

Short description about him: Flexing king. Ready to mock anyone. Chat more than I do or any other girl in the world does. Sings doremon song in the middle of Chemistry period. If I tried to talk to him, he'll reply without looking at my face. Synonym for J-E-R-K. And call his bestfriend to tell his new uncensored joke.

My bench mates are destined like that. Either silent or chatting mess.

Coming back to Thursday, he was distributing maths worksheet to everyone. I was writing my incomplete notes.

As he was giving the sheets to the students of our row, it was my turn to receive my worksheet. I stretched my hand and he gave me two. I was astonished for a second until he spoke, "Keep my worksheet with you until I distribute this to everyone."

Oh! He at least has a consideration to ask my help.

I nodded to him and he went. Once I write my name in the worksheet, I kept it in my file. It was my habit. I realised that I had his worksheet with me and my hand drew closer to it to write his name in his regard.

But I stopped. Why should I do that? He is a moron and didn't listen to you when you try to ask him a doubt this morning. He just said to keep it until he comes and doesn't need your help.

My practical mind told me that.

But on the other hand, I remembered somebody told me to show kindness to the people you hate. Just being gentle doesn't cost any penny, right? After all he ws my bench mate.

So, I brushed off the thought and wrote his name on his worksheet.

Time skipped and he arrived to our bench. He took his worksheet and kept it inside his bag. 

"Hey!" He shouted suddently and I almost scribbled what I was writting.

"What?" I asked with a frown in my forehead.

He took out the sheet from his bag and showed it on my face, "Did you write my name here?"

"Yeah, I did. What's the-"

"You did what?" He screamed that my other classmates behind my seat raised their face. "Why do you do that?"

"I just wanted it no to mix with other-"

"That's your problem. Did I say to do this? If you want it be, write your name in your worksheet. Why do you write in mine?" He rolled his eyes like I did something wrong.

My handwriting is not even bad if that's what he was worrying about. I write beautifully. I even spelled his name correctly. He was yelling at me as if I wrote my name in his sheet!

"What is the need to yell at me, Harry? I thought your worksheet would mix up with other papers. To avoid that, I wrote your name." 

He was looking at me disgustly like I puked on his worksheet. 

"What is wrong in that?" My temper hit zenith as I yell at him back.

He sighed and kept his worksheet silently inside his back. His feet was brooming the floor anxiousely. Dude! Calm down.

"Don't create drama, Harry." I said.

"Just forget it!" He spat at my face and took the worksheet out quickly. He walked away and opened the cabinet near our Maths sir for no reason I could see.

I watched what he was doing with knitted brows. He tried to take something from inside the cabinet when our teacher noticed it.

"What are you doing here, Harry?" He groaned meanwhile signing someone's classwork note.

"Sir, I need to take the left over worksheet." He gives a faint smile to him but Maths sir looked recklessly annoyed.

"Why do you need that now?" He investigated.

"I want to take one for me, sir."

My face drained all the colours I had. I hung my head and didn't listened the rest of the conversaton they had. 

My practical brain told me not to do that. But I did. I failed to trust my intuition.

What did I do wrong? Does it require to change the paper I wrote his name?

I let all the temper out in an exhale and cursed him. He is no more good to consider as a bench-mate. I am done with him.

He returned after a while. I didn't apologise for any reason, he didn't either. I don't know whether he got a new worksheet or not. I let him be. At least I thanked him as he gave me a content to write for my book. 

But the thought why he hates me, lingered for a while.

Until I reverted my focus to my incomplete works. I need to get signature from my teacher on time and I have a big day to see...