loveless

Encounter

His class was on the second floor. The classroom was very small; smaller than the bedrooms he is used to. He walked inside, sliding the door open and sat on an empty chair at the end of the classroom. He noticed a lot of girls with paint splashed all over their faces walking towards him. There were five, exactly half of the class. Some placed their hands filled with jewelry on his desk and others grabbed some chairs to his table. He rolled his eyes at their presence and kept on resting his face on his palm, locking his gaze outside the window. I thought school would be mostly reading and studying, but why did it turn out to be such a nuisance?

 “Hey! We are also in this classroom,” a girl with tons of bracelets on her skinny wrist said.

“What’s your name?” another girl asked

“Can we be friends?” the girl sitting on a chair next to him said. They had wide smirks on their faces. He put his hand on his forehead and tangled his long light fingers between his bangs, pulling his head down and releasing a loud sigh.  The girls didn’t have their wide smirk as wide as before but started to fade.

“Can’t you tell if a person is uninterested?” he said looking back up at them putting his hands on his desk.

“Come on. You never know when you could get interested. So why not try?” the girl with the heaviest makeup said. How much chummier can they get? Why are women so shameless?

“I hate all kinds of relationships either its friendship or whatever. I hate girls and I am gay. Why don’t you grab back your chairs and go back to your places since you know there is no chance now?” he said tilting his head back on the chair.

“Ugh! You are so rude! You’re a complete jerk!” said the girl with bracelets before they went back to their seats.,

After a while Erika got in the classroom followed by the rest of the students. Sworn-out her worn out black backpack on the front table where she chose to sit. She took out a notebook which looked very neat and tidy, then she pulled a geometry set along with a pencil and a calculator. She opened the notebook and started with writing the date until the teacher got in.

The first lesson was math. Takumi kept being picked to solve the equations on the blackboard since it was obvious that he wasn’t paying attention through the theory. So this is how people live? It’s much more interesting. It’s really hard to expect the events that would happen.

Takumi fell asleep in the seventh period it was the last lesson which starts at three. Erica realized that he was sleeping the whole time. As soon as the bell rang Erika shouted, “excuse me!”

Takumi woke up with his eyes wide open blending well with the sky at his background outside of the window.

“Just because you are new, doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want. I don’t know where you came from, or how you lived, but there is one thing I am sure of and that is, that you have to follow rules and not just do whatever you wish.” she left the classroom in a rush aggressively.

 Takumi stayed still on his chair in a daze, lifting up an eyebrow. At least there is one normal human being in this school. He dumped his books back into his backpack, leaving the empty classroom.

He arrived at the bus station and it wasn’t as crowded as the morning. He sat down on a chair in the bus and kept his gaze outside until he reached his stop.

***

Takumi reached to the doorknob before it suddenly opened on its own. “Young master, why are you so late? Are you safe?” he questioned him standing at the door.

“Relax, you are worrying a lot. At least let me in first, I am so tired,” he said sounding displeased.

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry,” he moved away from the door slowly and allowed Takumi to get in.

Takumi walked in, placing his bag on the black sofa before throwing his body the same way. He crossed his legs and loosened his chocking necktie before tilting his head back. This is way more tiring than exercising for a full day. Erin walked out of the kitchen holding a small white tray in his hands with a cup of steaming coffee on. Takumi sat up, taking the cup of coffee and sipping from it.

“Why didn’t you just call me if you were that worried?” asked Takumi, holding his black and white cup between his thumb and index finger.

“I thought that I might call in the wrong time. Why were you so late? Didn’t you say that school finishes at four today? But you arrived at five twenty.”

 “I said that school finishes at four. Don’t you count the way back; one-hour way?” he said firmly, putting the empty cup on the class table.

 “Oh. Sorry… please forget what I just said,” said Erin. “Also, thank you for today’s breakfast. It was really good. Though I was supposed to prepare it.”

“Don’t worry about it. I enjoy cooking and you are not my servant. You are a friend. Just do what you want,” said Takumi as a faint smile painted his light face.

Erin’s eyes were widely opened and his lips were slightly parted. He smiled a bashful smile and said, “I don’t understand how you and Mikael are blood related.”