There was a crying girl somewhere close to Nikolai, and it was really bothering him. Nikolai simply sat reading his book. He didn't bother anyone, so no one bothered him. That was how the world worked for him most of the time. So what in the world had he done to have someone bother him so?

As it stood, the girl in the blue sweater stood sobbing rather obnoxiously close to where Nikolai stood. It was odd, really, as no one ever sat near Nikolai. It was like being alone in prison, but with the world's iciest presence sitting next to you. It really seemed as if the girl had a grudge against Nikolai or something. She sobbed uncontrollably and shrunk into her own sweater like a turtle, while seemingly going deeper and deeper into hysterics.

Nikolai elected to ignore the girl who was having an emotional breakdown of some sorts, but he found it very hard to do. Reading became difficult due to her sobs, and it was becoming annoying. Flicking through the pages, Nikolai found that he had little interest in the remaining contents of the book, it was becoming harder to continue reading it. His concentration had a hole a mile wide and the girl's crying had forced a wedge in it. 

Now that he wasn't much interested in reading, Nikolai continued trying to ignore the girl's grief racked sobs while thinking of why she would be bothering him of all people. As his eyes sifted through words, his mind went through his memories, trying to find whether or not he'd wronged the girl in some way before. Try as he might, he couldn't remember ever interacting at all with her, nor any of her friends. Despite how Nikolai looked, he was fairly observant, and he quickly came to the conclusion that the girl wasn't sobbing so close to him out of spite. It was definitely a possibility, but an unlikely one.

Nikolai's revelation was a good beginning, as it narrowed down the list of possible reasons quite a bit. Listening to her sobbing narrowed it down even further. Nikolai's posture made no indications of change, but he was listening. By deciphering her sobs, he figured out that she was in grief for a few pets that had been stolen by the bullies. 

While this would make pretty much anyone else sympathetic, it made Nikolai somewhat annoyed. As far as he could deduce, it was a pet rabbit. What was a girl doing keeping a rabbit in a library? Furthermore, animals die much faster than humans, and the rabbits would've likely died in a year or two anyway. And another thing; they wouldn't have been captured by a bully if she didn't take them out of her dorm in the first place.

To anyone else, it would seem that the girl's sorrow was meaningful, but to Nikolai, he would argue that it could all have been avoided if she kept in mind the nature of the school and the relationships the cliques had with each other.

Nevertheless, she was turning white now. He could see it out of the corner of his eyes. Through a mix of losing interest and the girl's sobs, the sounds of the cafeteria once again filtered into his consciousness. He was growing annoyed at the girl for making him lose his concentration, making his reading ineffectual.

Not that he showed it, of course. His body language was the same as ever, though he was beginning to boil inside.

[color=lightblue]"Stop crying. Crying solves nothing."[/color] Nikolai said, interjecting her ramblings. [color=lightblue]"You're disturbing my reading."[/color]

He didn't turn to face the girl, merely said it [i]at[/i] her. Even as he talked, he cared little for her plight. He just wanted her to stop sobbing so that he can have his peace time. A humble, if selfish wish, but it was one that essentially dictated his personality, and one he moulded his actions around.