The Boy in White II
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“Talking to you surprisingly makes a lot more sense than most people.”
I sighed, shaking my head. This kid is making my head ache. I should just ignore him until he gets tired of speaking. Surely, he has limits to his shitty talkative self.
“I don’t mean this in an offensive manner. I’m complimenting you.”
My eyes twitched at his words. I couldn’t care less. Was it not obvious that I wasn’t interested in whatever he has to say? I would just kick this man off the table but I was enjoying the meat way too much for me to think about it. Being hungry and eating something I was craving for weeks made me feel lightheaded.
He smiled widely, resting his chin over the back of his hands. “Let’s be friends, Forest.”
I raised a brow at him as I finally glanced at his direction, squinting my eyes at him to emphasize my words. Just glaring at him didn’t seem to scare him. It didn’t do much for the past few minutes of him talking to me and being completely ignored. “I don’t do friends.”
“You don’t do friends.” He mocked my words. “It happens.”
I wheezed and gave him one last glare, shaking my head for the nth time. Nothing seems to ring his head that whatever he was trying to do won’t make him any different from every other males I’ve met. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, pal.”
“See?” He flashed a cheeky grin.
See what now?
“Progress.” He smiles, raising up a peace sign as if it was something to celebrate for. Maybe it was wrong to address him as ‘pal’ because that just lit his hopes up. I don’t want this kid getting ideas. I don’t entertain anyone. Not even Han or the rest of her s**t gang.
I frowned, clucking my tongue in disbelief. “Ever heard of the concept of sarcasm?” I asked. Although, I wasn’t really planning to take his answer for it. I would hear it, but I wouldn’t actually care of what he has to say more. I’ve responded to this guy enough for him to realize I wasn’t going to let him tail around me.
“I actually haven’t.” He shook his head innocently. f*****g liar. He didn’t look like a dumb w*********h like Heartlock. I was sure he could do math problems with his eyes closed just by the way he sat, his stance. “But don’t bother telling me. I’m not interested.”
I took a good look at him and rolled my eyes afterwards. This guy had some serious balls. How did it even occur to him to casually talk to me like that? Does he not hear the rumors about me circulating all over campus? “Do I look like I f*****g care if you’re interested or not?”
“Yes?”
“No.”
“M—”
“And I’m not interested.”
“Pleasure to meet you, not interested.” He flashed a wide smile, bring his hand closer to me. I definitely did not see that coming. “You’re supposed to shake my hand now, you know…” He said in a low voice.
“I don’t shake people’s hands.”
“I learned today you don’t like doing most things that normal people do,”
I scoffed out loud. “So when will you realize I’m not a normal person.”
“You aren’t, that’s why it’s admirable.”
“f**k off.”
His chuckle caught me off guard once again. There was something about it that makes me turn to him with a frown. Maybe that was his hidden talent of some sort. “You like cutting people off and being superior in a conversation, huh.” He said which made sense. The only thing that made sense in this talk he was giving me, really.
“I don’t. It’s just the way that I am.” I answered.
“Keep being yourself. It’s charming.”
The only charming here is if I could get rid of this kid and stop him from initiating a conversation with me.
My head still f*****g hurts. f**k. I drank too much last night at Jaxon’s party – way too much for me to feel this hungover. I forced my eyes open to read the time and s**t. I’m late. f**k. I quickly jumped out of bed, showered myself with an ample amount of water, and slipped on to my clothes. I wasn’t even sure if I wore clothes that weren’t already used but what f*****g ever. I ran out of the building and ran for my life.
I didn’t even know why being late was such a big deal and a result to ground for expulsion if done thrice. It’s not like we won’t be able to move up if we’re late. Teachers will always find a way to somehow magically turn our grades into better remarks. Giving us low remarks would only mean they weren’t doing well with delivering their lessons, so they have to raise it up so it wouldn’t damage their reputations as professors. That is the reality everyone tries to deny. “Ms. Young, I’m not sure why you’re still attending my class when we’re only ten minutes away from finishing the class.”
At least I still f*****g came, old unappreciative man.
When I got to the last empty table at the back of the room, someone suddenly took a seat next to me and slid a notebook towards my direction. I looked up, creasing my brows and saw the same guy that bothered me the whole lunch break yesterday. Now what the f**k does this kid want from me again? He was just staring at the front probably to not catch our professor’s attention.
“We’re having a test tomorrow about what he discussed today. You can have my notes.”
I stared at him before I stared at the notebook he was trying to hand me. I don’t have a choice now, do I? I scanned through the pages and it immediately registers in my brain. The words and the every color in the sheets were as clear as the day the moment I saw them as I scanned through the other pages. Having this skill was a huge advantage. It was a pretty simple discussion. It would have took him about five minutes to discuss but they somehow did it for two hours. f*****g stupid and a waste of everyone’s precious f*****g time. I threw the notebook back to him without anything else to say.
“Thank you,” he said in an unsure tone. I guess he wasn’t aware of my skill despite talking as if he knew me. “Y-You’re not taking it home with you?”
No.
I ignored him. I learned from yesterday. I couldn’t completely ignore him then but now, that’s my only plan. What better way to waste my last ten minutes of this class than sleep? I sighed and position myself to crouch over the arm rest when the guy suddenly pushed his f*****g pink notebook back to me again.
“Take it. I have a copy of it so it’s fine.”
I glared at him. “Why are you so f*****g annoying?” I blurted out loud, unable to control myself. Ignoring him wasn’t going to cut it. “I already said I won’t take it, okay? Jesus f*****g Christ. Why are you so f*****g pushy about everything?” I watched him blink his eyes at my sudden outburst.
“I just wanted to—”
“If a patient needs a type B blood, you can’t push it and give them your type A blood.” I said, cutting him off before he gets to speak more. “Stick that in your brain.” At that, I left the seagull who wasn’t able to respond anything after what I just told him.
During lunch break, I was eating my f*****g grass food in a table because guess what, I don’t have enough money to buy pork belly every single f*****g day. I saw Han and her friends on the other table laughing so f*****g loud together like they were owning the whole cafeteria – like the food was worth screeching about when it’s really not. I would have easily shut her up but I didn’t want to cause any more scene today after what I did yesterday to f*****g Gavin. I’m saving my energy for another party tonight after all.
“Hi, Four!”
I didn’t even bother turning anymore. If I am able to remember things with a look, voices were easier to remember and his voice wasn’t so hard to tell. I still don’t even f*****g know his goddamn name and I don’t intend to find out otherwise it’s going to poison my brain. I ignored the guy and continued munching on my green balls like a normal emo student everyone knows of.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
I creased my brows. I don’t f*****g care just leave me alone. I started hearing whispers and murmurs echoing inside the cafeteria and it wasn’t flattering. Speaking is so tiring. I wonder how everyone goes about it everyday.
“Oh, don’t worry! You don’t have to say anything.”
I looked up almost choking on the green ball I just swallowed down my throat. s**t. I said that out loud? f**k. I should be more careful with my f****d up mind. Sometimes I say things that are just supposed to be thoughts.
“So I thought you never eat here. You seem to enjoy eating at Pobia’s House and about the exam tomorrow,” How can he talk so much? It’s like he never runs out of things to say. How much is the limit to his vocabulary? “Are you sure you’re not taking my notes? Mr. Oliver did discuss an awful lot of topics which will be covered for tomorrow’s exa—”
I glared at the kid and he immediately shut his mouth and freezes. At least I know he still is afraid of me somehow. Now I just have to completely scare him off so he could stay the f**k out of my life before I ruin his. “Do you ever know when to shut your f*****g mouth?”
“W-We—”
“Did your Gods send you here to ruin my lunch breaks?”
“I—”
I rolled my eyes and stabbed my green balls with a fork before glaring at the kid again. I like to think that he jumped a little from his seat because I was terrifying but maybe that’s just how naturally jumpy people are when they start seeing sharp things and aggressively stabbing helpless green veggies. “Now, screw off.”
“I’m Mark, if you’re wondering who I am.”
- Writer
