The Girl in Black II
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“For someone who can read even the smallest fonts on print, you have really good eyes for disaster.”
I let out a chuckle. “Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t.”
“Weren’t you listening to everything I just said?!”
Right…
“Do you want me to spell everything out for you?”
I couldn’t hide my chuckle. I was too amused of how Harvey was reacting to this. It was always fun teasing him and watching him defend himself.
“She’s gothic, psycho, dirty, evil and unlikeable.”
All very subjective points he made but sure. I’ll respect his opinions. I like hearing him ramble about stuff like this, infuriated and outspoken.
“She’s every definition of a no-no so go get your eyes checked because you might have really lost your sight this time.” He squinted his eyes to emphasize his point as he leaned closer to me. “Even that girl looks more decent than her.” He said, pointing at some random girl who passed by us.
The girl was definitely as normal as every student in the campus. I wouldn’t take interest at first glance. Only the girl with the dragon tattoo was on my mind and no other girl would ever make me glance the way she does. I rolled my eyes at him with a disapproving stare. “And you just had to call her with every worse possible name you know there is. That’s very rude of you, Harv.” I smirked and he just lets out a small snort. “And I didn’t think you could be worse.”
He scoffed and looked away. “I’m worse to people like her. I could be worse, yeah.”
I chuckled at how sarcastic yet sassy his response was. “How can you possibly know that? You don’t even talk to her.” I crossed my arms, glaring at him, curious to how he would handle my question.
“You don’t need to talk to people to know if they’re bad or not.”
“See, this is why our society is corrupted.”
“See this is why our society—” He snorted out loud after he had just mocked me. “This is not about the corrupted society and whatnot. It’s about you, having a crush on little miss devil.” He said, poking my shoulders back.
“Crush?”
He hummed as a response.
“It’s a crush?”
He looked at me as if I wasn’t supposed to ask. “What else do you call it?”
I blushed at the thought.
“Only crazies would fall for a crazy like her.”
I’d go crazy to match with her, that’s for sure. “I don’t see her that way. I think,” I paused and smiled. I don’t know what for I was smiling for but the thought of her made me feel giddy. “She’s an angel.” At that, I hear the sound of a harp playing in my head, a bright light hitting her face as she walks, and the face of an angel lights up like some sort of magic. “She’s—”
“You’re clearly out of your head!” He deliberately commented as I smiled sheepishly at her direction. There was something about just seeing her that makes me smile. “She’s a gangster, Mark! Look at her! Who comes to school with that hair? With tattoos all over her body and she doesn’t even care if it’s exposed to everyone?!” The way he gestured with his hands as he talked was hilarious. “She’s probably hiding more under that jacket! And she has more than ten piercings on every part of her freaking soul piercing out to scream ‘she’s not to mess with’! Tell me I’m not describing a high-rank, gothic, gangster you see from movies?”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I wasn’t taking any of Harvey’s words to heart. I was way too fascinated with her to listen to him. “She only has a few in her ears and only her dragon tattoo is visible on her nape.” I looked back at Harvey, correcting his claims for the nth time as if it would make him change his perspective of her. He was clearly not having it. “She might have more tattoos hidden but she also might not have.”
He gave me a glare.
“There’s always two sides in a coin, Harv.”
“It’s the same thing!”
But it doesn’t make her less of an angel in my eyes no matter how Harvey bad mouths her. From a far, she even looked more beautiful. It’s the way her red hair flared and stood out from everyone else.
The moment she was completely out of my sight, I sighed in dismay. I can see her in the cafeteria again later, maybe. Passing by her in the hallway was a good enough opportunity to catch a small glimpse of her again after the part. “Her name,” I mumbled ignoring and avoiding Harvey’s disapproving glares. “Do you know?”
“Probably Lucy,”
I frowned and turned to him at his sudden reply. He did it with no hesitation, even. Like he was so sure that her name was Lucy. Although, I was convinced he only said it as a pun a demon’s name. “Funny what you did there.”
“What for are they calling her a spawn of evil if her name isn’t somehow related to demons like Lucifer? It could be Hitlerry Duff or something.”
I laughed and gave my friend a tap on the shoulder at how witty he always was with these sort of things. “I’ll see you after school then.” I’m going to find out who she is and after that, I’ll talk to her myself. I need to know this girl. If not, I might go crazy trying to get rid of her in my mind when I know I can’t. Besides, it’s the girl who took the drink for me.
The next day, during my Chemistry class, I was surprised when she suddenly showed up by the door, knocking with her usual dark aura, with flames for a hair and a ragged fit that go well with her vibe. She stepped inside the room, handing our teacher a paper slip that looked like it could have been from the office. My heart was getting excited. I knew those slips too well and if I’m not mistaken—
“Class, may I have your attention.”
She is going to…
“This is Ms. Forest Young.”
Forest Young.
What unusual name – fascinatingly unusual.
“She will be taking your Chemistry class for the rest of the semester.”
…be in this class, yes. She was transferred to take up our Chemistry class. Are the odds actually giving me the chance to be with her? I’m sure they are because this is not a coincidence. If so, I refuse to believe it is. I’m far too convinced that this is a chance they’re giving me so I can spend some time with her. I’m convinced the other end of my red string of fate is attached to her. This is destiny. Thank heavens for the love you give me. I could never ask for more. Maybe I’d ask more in the future if I have to. I don’t have to do much because you’re bringing me closer to her before I could even pray for it for an entire year with an offering.
“Introduce yourself.” Mr. Oliver instructed.
The way she crossed her arms made her look like she was a superior student in the school – a rebel who didn’t care about the rules and the hierarchy that runs it. It’s kind of cool, to be honest. She glared at our teacher and said, “Why did you tell them my name if you wanted me to introduce myself in the first place? That defeats the purpose of having me do it, no?”
“So you can tell other details about yourself and not bother about the name, Miss Young.”
“Other details like what?”
I have never seen a student talk back to a teacher like that. I was pretty sure our professor knew her enough to tolerate someone’s attitude as hers.
“Like your birthday. Hobbies?”
She let out a loud scoff to show her dismay. “What are we, grade school?”
Everyone was holding their laughs. I was sure they wanted to laugh just as much as I did. She made a pretty fair point, and Mr. Oliver seemed to understand it just as much as we did. “How do you feel about answering a chem question as an introduction then?”
The class gasped at Mr. Oliver’s reply.
“Better than what you wanted me to do, yeah.” Forest replied confidently.
See, if it were a different student, they would immediately take it back and would rather introduce themselves like the grade school type like she said, but she stood firm and took the challenge.
“Very well,” Mr. Oliver said.
Is he really going to ask her a question when she just basically enrolled for this class?
“Would you mind telling the class what photoelectric effect means?”
I gulped at our professor’s question. The class started murmuring. I was sure they all felt bad that Forest had to deal with this just as soon as the class is starting.
I knew the answer.
I was just sure none of the class but me, would know the answer to it if they did not read a single textbook about basic chemistry.
“Emission of electrons by electromagnetic radiation,”
Everyone gasped in surprise.
I was surprised.
Mr. Oliver seemed like he wasn’t expecting a decent reply from her either. She didn’t look like someone who would answer a question like that.
“Striking on a metal surface.”
Mr. Oliver wasn’t able to respond at that. “Pleasure to have you in my class, Miss Young.” He said with a smile on his face.
Everyone looked so surprised and shocked by this immoral and disrespectful attitude she was fearlessly showing in public, but her confidence in the way she talked was overpowering her bad manners. The charisma she holds, not only wowed me, but everyone else, it seems. Quite an amusing girl. Not everyone is brave enough to do that. She made her point. I was sure everyone, including our professor, acknowledged it without saying. You don’t get to see a student this uptight. I couldn’t help but smile as I stared at her. Her red hair compliments well with her fair skin complexion. It looked really good on her.
“You may go take your seat.”
She didn’t even bother to bow or show any sign of respect. Instead, she just walked towards the back and took the last empty seat at the corner of the room. I smiled and watched her fix herself. The moment she brought her bag down, she leaned her head against the arm chair and – well, sleeps I guess, like what Harvey had said.
“So how can glass be a liquid if it’s so hard?”
I raised my hand to answer but Mr. Oliver’s attention was on Forest who was still dozing off in her seat. I waved my hands so I could answer for her but he called out to her and repeated the same question. I turned to where Forest was in worry. She hasn’t been paying attention, nor was she listening at all. I’m just worried now that she might get dropped from our class when it’s only our first day together in the same class.
“Ms. Young?”
Now, I wonder how this would go.
- Writer
