To Murder your Love

Delinquent at Work

 There are thousands of bad boys’ depiction in this world. To the last two hours that I have projected this time, however, I have at least 3 types of popular ones on the net. The rich and wealthy is one of the trendsetter, with thousands of woman to like and praise of the story and how it builds. They always have something in common other than being rich: Cruel, shady, a twist of mafia under their chin, and the list goes on until you know the person is primed to perfection.

From my own conclusion, they are impossible to use for example on how I could mirror their traits. Nia’s parents gave me only two hundred dollars for a month, and it’s all quickly perished in a week. No wonder, they only give me that much for my education as the reason to the money.

For a mafia to be poor, they have to retire on being one, I suppose.

On the opposite to reality of being rich, the second is closely-related to supernatural beings. To be the were-man is one way-ticket to pure influence, as the saga of full-moon lovers is rising up to the peak of popularity. Then, they have to be all-jacked up to the waist, building a v shape near the wee-wee territory, and having a pair of crafty field of muscles all over the chest. On the other hand, with themselves as the spotlight, they have to be calm and collected in achieving their pleasure. The bland and bold type of a voice should really helpful for fulfilling this sort of playthrough.

Yeah, I can play that buffed body for myself in the future as reference, but it is actually hard to pronounce with my current development in physical means. Otherwise, my voice is more into shrieking to freedom than being Idris Elba’s form of punch.

The third, and the most annoying one to play, is relatively shifted to Leo and his ignorance to women in sight. Brave, yet attractive as Leo tend to reject the woman’s interest over him at once. For those in fan of this sort of people, this man would refer to ‘hard to get’ kind of target, in faith for a soft-side of the man under the shell.

These three factors has one stuff yet to mention. Their similarities to being keen on prideful and proud of themselves is the main motive for love that swells up to the brim. The silent-killer form of a bad boy, If I have to wrap up.

And does it filling the glass of yours, sneaky God?

‘You can take the positive part of the three, then rinse the negative out to form the best from them all.’

It means : Buffed-up, calm and collected, and being proud of yourself. Does becoming rich included to it, though?

‘Who knows. I’m not your babysitter, Yuda.’

Oh no, you’re right. Why are you pestering me then? Well, no time to listen to your insult, I have a school to run.

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“Hyaa!”

(Bam!)

“Ah, I won!” I cried as my left leg locks Kevin’s right.

As I snipped Kevin’s feet and winning the current brawl, the intense fight we have to this point is finished. By a clear strike under Kevin’s right toe, I brought down his agile movement in an instant without do-able resistance.

Kevin, as he just lost a game against me, slapped the whiteboard in a little hard of a power to show his displeasure,“Darn it! You are really fast, Yuda.” He said, bluntly praising me as I clench a fist up to the air.

The boys of our class, as of today’s second break period, played a classic game called “Snapping your feet”. Yes, the name correctly snapped the description of our game in a glance. In order to be the last one to remain, we have to ‘snipe’ other’s leg and defeating our opponent by a tackle on the ground. When we missed a shot from our turn, we have to put our leg on the floor we have been formerly while our opponent doing a smack against.

To play this game, We use an elimination stage while doing it in sequence, and I’m currently pushing towards semifinals after beating Kevin down from his stance. For this time around, I’m facing Leo. He’s quite the man in terms of working on his finishing blow. On the leg, He’s clearly not as fast to our usual winner of the whole tournament, Dani Juwono, but he also brings something else to be a contender of today’s brawl.

It’s his cunning reflex, and I have to find out how to clear that one out.

“Haha, you’ll gonna lose, Yuda!” He taunted me before our game starts. For that, I’m only responding by giving him my serious look to the battle.

“Come on, then. Prove yourself.”

We begin our game by doing little old rock-paper-scissors to select the first-runner. I've never put myself in shame on this one. A small chance in reverse psychology would work to the test for my own benefit. For instance, I will deceive him by doing the rock a little bit earlier and called it a mistake. In that occasion, he’ll swallow my intention and going for a paper to gamble with.

“Yuda goes first.” Stated Steven, our referee, as I become the one to open the table. Leo awfully did all the step I have put without needing guidance for it.

Alright, I’ll be crossing my left across his right to cage his movement. In that way, he might be stumbled and losing his grip to the stance. On the other way around, by crouching I could still evade the next step he tried to make with ease.

(swoosh)

Ah, damn, I missed. He’s too fast to be declined as one of the strong, I suppose.

“Haha, pranked!” He said, grinning to my disappointed self as I step on the wrong point of edge. I have to crouch and fixing myself under his widened legs, or he’ll dive straight to the left of my wing to clear up the game...

(swoosh)

Yup, I have predicted that one, Leo. That lame-ass shoot over my thighs won’t work if I could see it, ya smelly feet.

“Haha, you’ll never catch me that way, Leo!!” I hissed on the lion, trying to make him heating up in rage. To the unfortunate me, however, he is more focused on the game than his ego. Unlike what he usually be from awhile ago, Leo is having much more persistent and trying to keep concentrating on the battle rather than eating up my provocation directly.

(Swoosh! Swoosh!)

Countless misses have been in our clash for minutes, it started to make me exhausted. The beast, on the opposite, is getting more in spirit and trying to seep my energy out by force.

“Taste this, Yuda!! You gonna lose!”

(Bamm!!)

I could feint the low-tackle from Leo in rapid fashion, but not for Amanda and her beautiful eyelashes as she goes to get something down her desk. The low kick drops Amanda for good, carrying her to kiss the floor successfully and spilling a few drips of blood.

(Brakk!!)

Her bottle also, in duly respect to its fall, has been punished and covering the floor with what it contains as the result.

“Oh no! Amanda!” Screamed her female friends to the fallen princess. Ignoring our games and the entire establishment we have in the front areas of the class, those girls are trying to fend off boys out from the area for looking over Amanda’s current situation.

“You’re mean, Leo. Help her out!” One of Amanda’s fringe speaks to him high-in tone,”You do realize she likes you, right?”

“Don’t care.”

To the enraged girls and their rattle, he left them out. I don’t have a single clue on why he kept that sort of attitude, but it is starting to become disgusting for me.

‘So help her out if you wish, in Leo’s place.’

That sound’s..... relevant. For the second time, you’ve arrived in a perfect situation, pops.

Could you give me magical strength to lift her up? Treat me, please.

‘will do. For the investigation to succeed, I’ll do anything if it’s a match.’

A second after, I’m somewhat gaining pulse of energy from heaven by the cue from the God-pretender inside me. It brought mysellf to easily carrying Amanda’s unconscious body without any problem whatsoever.

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I’m on the rescue to our school doctor, while trying to avoid many obstacles on the road. The stairs is one of the most for this issue, since I have to stay in line against many unstable formations of the steps down my feet. Her lifeless body is still a total beauty, top-notch if you ask me, and to finally look at her up close......

Man, my sweat is leaking out. Get yourself back in, cowards.

Oh no, She’s awake.... must be due to glitches on my skin, perhaps?

“Yuda? Why are you.... whoa!!” She nearly jumped out from my grip, but returning to her positions by a shadowy assistance from my unseen-able teammates beside me.

‘Rebound from me!’

Grateful for that, old man, but that feels a little out of character for you.

“You okay, Amanda? How’s the head?” I asked her on the fatality Leo has caused. She finally feels the itches on her head and smirks a bit over me.

“It still hurts, but I’m okay.”

No way you’re alright, that big goofball of blood is on your nose right now. Of course you’re still pretty, but those injuries would stay for a time being.

“....”

Ugh, I can’t see her eyes right now. She is staring towards me, digging deep into my emotions from what I could saw over the blaring pupils of hers.

For that, she chuckles,”Why are you sweating? Am I that heavy?”

I know she recognized it, but what should I speak on as a cause?

‘be honest, Yuda. She would appreciate sincerity.’

Shut up, old man. I’m the captain here.

“Well, umm, maybe? I carried you all the way from the third floor.”

“And you’re doing this by yourself, Yuda? How strong...” She applauded me by giving a small clap over her hands.

“Nah, don’t mention it.” I smirked, but having nervousness on my tails make it looks like an evil form of a smile than being humble.

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Finally, the long haul from up above is on its end. I am on a lengthy ride against her continuous leer, as if she had me swallowed bits by bits from those thirsty eyes. I am exhausted, mentally, and feeling in pressure at this moment.

“No worries, sweetheart. You’re only suffering from a slight trauma. It’ll be healed after three days.” Said the doctor as she completed the medication process,” And for you, Yuda...”

“I’m not sick, ma’am.”

“No, I just wanna say thanks. She is lucky to have you there, sweetheart.” She winks to me slightly.

On the sideline, Amanda blushes upon the bed, smiling at me only to making myself anxious. I swear, she is going red when I looked at her face, and I’m witnessing the drastic change of being a bad boy in her stead.