maybe

 We were forced to walk back home. I didn't drive my scooty to school today and he hasn't brought his bicycle too. It was raining hard in the early morning and that one scenario of high-speeding slip haunted me enough to take a fare ride. That's on my part. We were supposed to walk to the same side of the road, so we accompanied each other out of embarrassment on being the few ones left late after the exam. Otherwise it will feel awkward eventually, right?

We both have our reasons but i don't know when we are going to share this part of our frustrating day. Today was the last of the annual examinations and my heart should be hellishly relaxed but here i am forced to take steps with someone whose presence is already gnawing on the outer dead cells of my skin. 

"How was your exam?" He asked as his voice came in steps out of his deep-pitted larynx. 

"It was nice." I replied nonchalantly.

"Yeah, of course, you took so many extra sheets."

"That's because my handwriting is too big and takes a lot more space."

"That eventually means you wrote a lot too, right?" He scoffed, and it bit me.

"How was yours then?"

He looked away for a moment before answering.

"It was fine. I think i should occupy my brain about a lot more other upcoming things at the moment."

"And what are they?"

"What are you going to do after reaching home?" He asked abruptly.

"Umm...eat, sleep, and...dance, maybe."