The Boy and Regrets IV
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“What?” I answered the call anyway. I needed to hear what she was going to say no matter how much I hated the b***h.
“I already sent the money.”
I felt my jaws tighten as I heard the supposedly good news. “You don’t have to call to tell me that you steal ninety percent of our money to buy Garnet all the s**t she doesn’t even need.” I wasn’t even talking to this woman face to face but my anger was at its peak. I wanted to get a hold of her f*****g neck so I could strangle her to death.
“And if you keep talking to me like that, I swear to f*****g God I’m stealing a hundred percent.”
“f**k you.” I wanted to say out loud so she could hear but all I could do was whisper. I wheezed pathetically. She was not even denying the crimes she was committing. What a f*****g shark. I can’t believe this shitty woman and how proud she was for the things she took from us. “I can buy our own food.” I pressed to annoy her more. “Keep the f*****g money to yourself, and keep digging, you hoe.”
“So buy your poor dead sister some food on your own if you’re so proud.”
“Don’t you f*****g dare call her that.” I balled my fist tighter, gritting my teeth at what she just called Polar. “Take it back.” If I don’t stop this anger, I might end up beating the walls with my bare hands and that won’t do me good right now – not under this circumstance.
“You’re lucky I’m still giving your ass some money to feed your sister. You’d be dead if I didn’t.”
I scowled in disbelief. I was heating up and my body even felt it. The steam of heat I was getting from the anger I was getting from this woman I felt from my head to my toe. “So what, I’m supposed to thank you now?!” I yelled in anger. “How could you f*****g say that to me Elysse! You f*****g useless piece of s**t!” I burst in anger. “You’re nothing without our money! Do you need me to f*****g remind you that every f*****g day?!” My throat felt hoarse. I was pouring out all my anger towards this woman and I’m glad I bottled up my angst over Mark, up ‘till now so I could yell at her this much.
“Shut up. You and I both know you wouldn’t have survived your early years without me.”
“Barely!” I immediately corrected. “You let him do th—” My chest tightened. I couldn’t bring myself to voice that out no matter how angry I was. “You’re lucky I’m keeping my mouth shut. f**k you and your money. You and your f*****g pig can suck it up your assholes.” With that, I ended the call and almost threw my phone down the ground. Good thing my senses came back before I start banging on to everything I can throw in this alley. That b***h better sent the f*****g money she promised or I’m killing her with my own hands.
The next day, as soon as I reached my Chemistry class, seagull Mark showed up with the same shitty monkey smile on his f*****g face. It wasn’t a great face to end the day and it never has been ever since I was transferred to this class.
Fucking Marco.
“Hi, Forest!” He greeted, but I rolled my eyes to take the furthest seat from him the way I did last time. But just like last time, he wasn’t going to let himself sit away from me. After yesterday, the least he can do was to see how pissed I am right now and that I didn’t need more of his annoying self to make it any worse. I was still too pissed and pressed over the fact that Elysse, that b***h, just told me, called Polar that, even. I would take any insult from her except insults she makes for her.
I sat down, dropped my bag down the floor and crouched low to rest my head over my arms by the arm rest. I closed my eyes and realized how tired I was for not getting to sleep for two days straight. Blinking was the only time I could really close my eyes. Just when I was about to drift off to dreamland, I felt a light nudge over my back.
I grunted, moving my body to jerk it off in hopes it would stop.
It didn’t.
I didn’t want to let it get to me but he kept poking me and I wasn’t going to not get my sleep today. I pulled back from my sleeping position, turned my head to find Mark looking my way with his usual bright f*****g face, and I was ready to give him the life lesson to never mess with someone who hasn’t slept for two days until he flashed a nervous smile before I could hit his face for the second time.
He grinned and waved his stupid hands in the air like he was straight up from a children’s show – High5, for example. And, for some f*****g reason, I couldn’t bring myself to hit him even if my mind was telling me to do so. “Hello,”
I gritted my teeth, trying to fight the urge of throwing my fist over his other cheek. I’m more frustrated that I can’t hit him for reasons I couldn’t accept.
“So how was your day?” He asked.
Ruined, thanks to you and f*****g Elysse.
“Mine was very tiresome.”
Has it occurred to him that I wasn’t interested to hear whatever he had to say about how his day of his went?
“I had so much to do during my vacant class. I can’t even call it a vacant anymore. Can you imagine? Vacant and you’re doing an awful amount of duties you aren’t even supposed to do during the only time you’re supposed to breathe from all the stress uni’s giving?”
It’s only a matter of words now before I actually drag my hands over his cheeks, and I’m not so sure I’d want to face the consequences the heavens would give me if I ended up hurting one of their precious angels. I’m not sure I’m willing to accept these consequences just because of this kid either. In my head, I was mentally pulling my hair out in frustration as my anger continued bottling up inside my veins.
“You know, I don’t understand why people—”
“Good afternoon, class!”
I sighed in relief.
“I’m announcing the scores today from yesterday’s exam – both exams.”
Saved by the f*****g teacher.
Mark slowly went back to his seat wearing a disappointed face. The amount of disappointment he had was the amount of relief that was lifted off my f*****g chest. Serves you right. I didn’t even bother to look at Oliver and how he’d set up the projector anymore because I was too tired to even bother looking or hear this score. I knew I was going to be first on the list again, after all. There was no saying it wouldn’t be me. I knew the answers to every f*****g question he gave – I am that confident. I closed my eyes and only prayed to receive the sleep I’ve longed for the last two days.
“Coming in first!”
Like I said, I didn’t have to worry because I know it would be me. I’d only waste my energy anticipating for it. Who else would nail Chemistry if not me? Mark should know by now that he failed his attempt to get me to start being friendly with him by proposing the stupid deal. In the first place, he would have known that he won’t beat me in this class but he still went for it. Props to his bravery. He seriously had the balls, but for now – sleep.
“None other than, Forest Young.”
And there goes my name.
The loud ringing of the school bell woke me up when class ended. I sighed before I rose from the arm rest. I stretched out my arms in relaxation. The two hour sleep was worth the two day no-sleep and now, I don’t have to worry about the seagull, Mark, working his way up to annoy me because I won. I f*****g won.
I bent down to grab my bag and just when I was about to stand up, someone taps me in the back. I turned and saw him with a rather brighter smile. I frowned in confusion. I should take it easy on this guy. I’ve had my sleep and I actually feel good, for once. I don’t want that ruined just because the kid maybe just wanted to say his final words before he finally leaves me alone.
“Going home?”
That’s definitely not final words nor was it a good bye.
I creased my brows. “I beat you. Get the f**k out of my face.” I hissed and pushed him away after I wrapped my bag around my chest but he came back to my side and scratched his head as I stepped out of the room.
“I know. Congrats!”
Congrats?
“You’re really awesome.”
I heard him clap his hands even if I wasn’t looking his way. I could see him from my peripheral view as long, and I can clearly tell he wasn’t going to part ways with me upon stepping out of the lab.
“You’re the only one who’s gonna get everything for chem class, after all.”
So go the f**k away and never talk to me again like what we agreed upon.
“But I’m not never going to talk to you if you’re wondering.”
My eyes squinted at what I just f*****g heard which made me impulsively halt from my tracks in surprise. This dipshit played me. I can’t f*****g believe he just played me and I let him play me out of desperation. I turned around to face the guy who didn’t seem to be shaken by my very presence. Nor was he remorseful for what he just did to me. He was literally not a man of his words. I must admit, he stuck through longer than I thought. He was a lot persistent than I anticipated and maybe that’s why I’m gradually losing this this seagull. “You better not be serious right now.”
He smiled, a genuine one. “I am.”
I gulped at his answer, unable to bring the fact that he just lied to my f*****g face.
“So am I with you.”
I blinked, looking away at how smooth that came out from him. I was still too pissed that he used the exam to get into my head. This b***h really f*****g played me. f**k this kid. “Go to f*****g hell.”
“It really is so hard to understand someone when you’re only hypothetical of everything.” He chuckled, blurting that out loud out of nowhere. He talked like he was a part of Einstein’s group in a lab. It was annoying. “But I really am breaking the deal with or without your consent.”
I don’t even f*****g understand where this conversation is headed if he was just going to keep being a hard ass with me. I’d only be wasting my energy if I insisted for him to stop, and I didn’t want to drain my two hour sleep just because I couldn’t even handle this f*****g kid. If he breaks the deal, so be it. f**k him.
“Call me any name you want. I probably deserve it under normal circumstances.” He admitted, shrugging and just looked at me like a f*****g creep. “I should be a man of my words. That’s true.”
Ahuh?
“But it’s also a stereotype.”
I gritted my teeth in anger. I don’t even know what I’m still standing here for. Maybe a part of me wanted to hear more of what he has to say out of curiosity.
“You said you hate it.”
I hate what, now?
“The typical guys you’ve met. So I won’t be a man of my words and show you I can be the not-cliché guy that’s been around you.” Huh. “I’ll still talk to you wherever I was, and whenever I was to. I won’t be the same like the guys you met before.”
Fucking great. I created a f*****g monster.
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