Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 3

L U C A

8:32 AM

I snap through awaken from the pain I got for sleeping in a class again.

"Are you done flattering yourself in your dream?" That was her, our History teacher spoke up beside me while standing. Since it's sudden, I settled my posture back carefully, mouth's shut. "Detention after class."

"Is it necessary to throw things at your pupil?" My rude whisper came out of nowhere like I was out of space.

"You saying something, Mr. Laurence?" s**t.

"N-nothing, miss Min." Honestly, I don't like her, much more if she'll act all bitchy around. She wore big pointed glasses, perfectly tied bun at the top and a unisex dress she always wear whenever or wherever she is. She also prefer being called as miss rather than missus when we aren't inside the campus.

Yeah, she's married but being slut and young at her age was the ones I despises more pointlessly. I cannot not like her - all of my friends actually close with her.

Meanwhile, the class started reconnecting to her discussion, which pisses me off because... Never mind. I just saw Lorenzo smirking back at me on his seat, like I had just amused him from being embarrassed and totally dumbfounded.

"What's the matter with that dude? He's all happy seeing you drown with deplorability." Kinda pisses me even more when Pewee insert in my thoughts.

"Don't bring something, Pewee." My only half-sided reply. He grimace at that then roll his eyes rather oddly. Moreover, the dude whose smirks and smug smiles oftenly give irritation to me lifted his right hand on the air.

"I would like to run as the classroom president." With boldness, the guy stood tall and unnervingly announced what he wanted to say after Miss Min guaranteed him the liberty. His features were mainly basic, but from the way he talks and create faces, I might going to think he's the one who's pranking me.

"Any other students who'll gonna try and attempt to make this man flail off his sass?" Due to being madly horror and top of the food chain. No one ever did point out a new leader to vote. "Any? Because I'm going to close the nomination?" Miss Min inquired.

I'm sure no one would care if he's the class president because here, in our school, the titles; President, Vice, Secretary and so on has no power to make us terrorised. Don't have enough power, I mean.

"Okay, is there something you would like to say, Mr. Laurence?" I barely heard that, so then when Pewee's the one who nudged me, I flinched and accidentally, I scattered my sight out of nowhere which take stupid glances at the standing devil before lying it steady towards Miss Min. "So now, we already have two nominations, raise your hands if you're with Lorenzo." ... Wait? Two nominated persons? Who's the other one? Who?! WHHOOOO!!!!

The classroom cheered an applause when the half of us raised their hands for the sign of giving their devotion to my mad opponent. "Lorenzo got seventeen votes all in all, including his own, out of thirty four students here. And maybe it'll be a tie if someone will change their mind. Raise your hands..." Miss Min announced out of singularity.

Damn, I felt off my nerves. Why don't these losers just voted Lorenzo over me? They are such a piece of ignorant idiots. I don't want to be the center of attraction! Well, I'm being overacting instead. The voting ends and I forgot to vote dumbly. "Hmm, sixteen vs. Seventeen... But... We're thirty four? Did someone missed their liberty?"

"Luca haven't voted yet." One of the girls at the back voiced out, causing some bitterness emerge on my brain.

"Okay, fine. I'll go for Lorenzo." Once I said that, the smirk on the guy flew wide and clear. When was the last time he watched himself on the mirror? He looked like the kind of very much horror and perverted.

"If Lorenzo's going to be our President? Then would this classroom allow Luca to be our Vice? Or should we make new nomination?" Suddenly, my feet trembles when Pewee offered a bullshit out loud. I began scrambling on my seat as I struggle to settle Pewee down. He didn't sit when I asked and he just waited for our classroom to reply with sincerity.

"One hundred percent. If it's so, I would like to refuse to your word and instead, change something like - from 'allow' to 'can make'. A round of a applause!" Very nice... Nice one Pewee. I sigh defeatedly and bow my head feeling nauseastic.

Ding!

My brows uncontrollably glares on its own accord, and I have no choice but to open the messages which I'm being hesitant because we're in the middle of the class. But then, I did.

: You'll be a good officer.

It's like all vigor I pour on doubting Lorenzo has been waste. I thought he's the one whose owning these sort of fancy letters in my bag? I thougt he's the one who's ruining my morning? Yet it turns out he's speaking at the front of us that I didn't know somebody texted me.

Pewee was laughing too, and I tried searching everywhere. Every men inside here and I found nothing. I found no one was holding phone. Damn... "Any words from our vice president?" That shook me, Miss Min.

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"I heard you took steps as a vice prisedent?" Peter muttered with mouth filled with foods. I sigh, flipping every channels I saw out of boredom. As soon as I caught attention towards an exclusive news, I stop clicking onto the remote.

"-yesterday was when they escaped. Two men with yellow raincoats, black boots and trousers. Please call this number below or if not, go nine-one-one as quick as possible when you found someone like our description. And for those who lived in a solitary place, don't let anyone break into your house-" I don't know what's the next thing happens after the lights turned down as well as the electricity.

"What the?" I hear Peter complained just like the noise he did on his seat.

"Unlucky," I mouthed.

"No, I didn't refer that 'what the?' to this electricity time out, I meant it towards the news from your TV. Come again? Prisoners escaped their cells? When? Where?"

"Yesterday? Why?" I replied questioningly. Then, I called out "Phone?" as I fish through my pockets; pulling out my (not to brag but I have) Huawei Y7a off my jeans.

My flashlight make its way on the house. We wander everywhere first and stop at the front of my mom's room. "Mom?" We hang for a moment, "Hello?" I tried again.

"I need light, hon..." Her voice was slightly raspy. And the distinction weren't that vivid. What's wrong?

And when I opened the door, light from moonlight blinded my eyes. Wondering why did the lights came in even though there's a large curtain covering the window. I winced softly, enough to make me lensed my eyes as I finally shook it on the spot. My heart hastily beats two times faster than its regular speed after seeing those morbid silhouette of men standing upon the front of the window.

"If one of you move, she dies." The left side man huskily threatened without even bothering his tone might appear cool and quite less-genuine. They stood far from our height. I think six footer already? "Phones, monies, and other valuable things must be put down on the bed." Said by the one who just threatened us with a cold and unflinching tone.

I turn off my flashlight with a single click on the power button, giving me vision to finally see both their wicked faces. They aren't wearing yellow raincoats anymore, but they wore classic clothes like us. Maybe stolen? No, probably not. I'm just judgemental.

Although, aren't they gonna steal from us? They should be tying us all on a chair or somewhat concrete post and begun searching something at their own risk? How isn't that possible...

But what sent shivers above my throat more was when I saw someone... Or just an hallucination of a boy's lean shadow waving at the balcony's ledge. However, that went vanish quickly when these morons shook their guns on us once more.

Someone help us, because I'm not feeling kind of giving such a thing towards a stranger.

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