《When I'm with You》2
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Bennett's first day at his new school went better than he had expected. Although he didn't get the chance to make new friends like he wanted to, he also didn't do anything too bad aside from his usual clumsiness.
Bennett watched his step carefully as he got off the bus and approached his house. "I'm home!" He chirped, taking off his shoes.
After a moment there was a response from the kitchen. "Bennett?"
"Dad!" The boy practically skipped into the kitchen."Hi!"
"Hey Benny, how was school?" The male asked, preparing dinner for the boy.
"It was good."
"Oh- Benny help me put down some dinner plates." The male spoke and Bennett obeyed, grabbing plates from the kitchen and placing them on the table.
After watching Bennett dis out plates, the male sighed with frustration,"Ah. I was about to ask something but I forgot.."
"I didn't do anything bad, if that's what you're wondering." Bennett spoke proudly.
Bennett's father laughed and ruffled his son's hair. "Also, is papa going to be back in time for dinner?"
"No. Not today, he's got a trip. But he'll be back tomorrow."
"Okay." Bennett sat down at the table with his dad and enjoyed the home cooked meal with him.
・:*:・
Bennett returned to school the next day with lunch money in his bag and a new mission of sorts.
Befriend Razor.
He had seen how the other kids treated Razor but honestly, he couldn't understand why they were so mean to him.
Bennett entered the classroom on time, unlike the day before and approached his desk. Right as he sat into his chair, the his desk collapsed.
The loud thud of the metal object falling made everyone turn to look at Bennett. "..Sorry.. it was an accident. Bennett apologized to the class and stood up to pick up his desk.
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Why did it fall? Bennett sighed, noticing how rusted one of the legs were.
"Bennett, is there an issue?" Mr.Albedo asked.
"My desk.. it's broken." Bennett responded.
The teacher examined it before speaking,"Have a peer join you in the supply closet to get you a different desk after attendance."
Great.. now I have two more problems.. I don't know who's willing to help me.. or where the supply closet is.
Bennett anxiously sat in his chair, fidgeting with his fingers and looking for any classmate who would be willing to help.
It was obvious that they were avoiding eye contact with him.
A moment later the teacher left the homeroom classroom.
"Um.." Bennett tapped Razor's desk. "Could you help me?"
Razor eyed Bennett with an unreadable look before standing up, and picking up Bennett's desk effortlessly.
Bennett smiled and followed the boy out of the classroom."Also.. I don't know where the supply closet is."
Razor just looked straight ahead.
"Oh, do you know where it is?"
Razor nodded and lead Bennett to the door.
Bennett opened it for Razor and waited for the male to grab him a new desk.
"I hope this one won't break- oh no.. I think I jinxed it." Bennett panicked,"Could you grab a different one?"
Razor raised an eyebrow but did as Bennett asked anyways.
"Thank you."
The two boys returned to class with Bennett chattering and Razor listening.
・:*:・
Razor placed Bennett's desk down and sat down in his own seat beside the talkative boy.
"Also I forgot to give you this!" Bennett spoke, reaching in his pocket and handing Razor money.
The moment he did so, he could hear students whispering,"Look. I bet Razor bullied Bennett into giving him money."
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"I told you he was scary."
"I guess Bennett really is unlucky." The boy snickered.
Bennett frowned, he was about to speak up and defend Razor, but was stopped by Razor putting his hand on top Bennett's.
"What?"
Razor shook his head.
"But they're making up rumors!" Bennett whined.
Razor shrugged. Not worth it.
Bennett frowned,"At least take this as payment for yesterday."
Razor looked down at the 5 dollar bill and just pushed Bennett's hand back towards him.
"You won't take it?"
Razor shook his head again.
"Fine. I'll pay you back another way." Bennett huffed, pocketing his money and adjusting himself in his desk chair.
Finally homeroom was over, and the first class of the day began.
"Good morning class." Their teacher Mr.Kaeya spoke. "Let's not waste any time and get right into today's history lesson."
Bennett took out his notebook and pen, preparing to write when the ink exploded on his paper.
Bennett grimaced before raising his hand.
"Yes?"
"Can I go wash my hands? I spilled ink."
A few students giggled and Bennett frowned.
"Alright, just hurry back." The teacher spoke.
Bennett sighed, At least it didn't get onto my clothes.
He found the bathroom and scrubbed his hands multiple times to clean the ink off.
I should've just stick to pencil. Even with the lead breaking. At least it's not as messy.
Bennett wiped his hands with paper towel and grabbed a few extra to use on his desk.
He returned to the classroom to see that Razor had already wiped off the table for him as well as thrown the useless pen away.
"Oh. Thank you." Bennett smiled. Razor nodded at the boy.
"All set?" Mr.Kaeya asked and Bennett nodded. "Good."
Bennett pulled out a pencil and began to take notes for the first half of class, then halfway through, his teacher brought up a project.
"Anyways, seeing as we live in such a historical area, I'd like for you guys to take the chance to explore Mondstadt and report on your findings."
Aether raised his hand and Kaeya called on him,"Is this a group project?"
"I was just about to get there." Kaeya clapped his hands together,"Yes. This is a group project. Only groups of two or three."
"Can we work alone?" Sucrose asked.
"If you want to lose points." Kaeya answered with a laugh and Sucrose groaned.
"Anyways. Good luck to you all. I'll let you use the rest of this class time to figure out your partners and discuss how you want to get work done."
Bennett turned to Razor. "So.."
Razor nodded.
"Yay!" Bennett cheered. He was going to enjoy this project.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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