If only

THE PRINCESS IS IN DANGER

High school.

The school hour was finally over, it’s the only time aside from recess that is awaited by students. Most student would stay at school to perform after class activities such as projects, dance number or meet up with their partner and find a spot to make out (Preferably underneath the sycamore tree behind Mr Ramirez room), some would loiter around notable places by some students like the Prince Hyper mart, a public park or someplace where fewer people can be seen. Only God knows what they have been doing there.

Wayne wasn’t part of those type of students, for he’s kind of a loner type who is known for not having a circle of friends, as well a virgin for not having an intimate experience after class underneath the sycamore tree, poor guy. After his class he would immediately leave without prior notice, that is why most of his classmates did not notice him leave. Ironically, being an unnoticeable person, which can be seen as a mysterious silent type of guy frequently catches girl’s attention.". Is that hot, is that a thing? Who knows, girls are such mysterious creatures.

The Handa Wall

Sounds like thing in an anime.

He had this unseen four cornered walls around him which kept people at distant from him. He himself planted it around him; it was a way to push people away from his life. Those bitter sharp eyes didn’t want to see disgust when they see the real him inside those mysterious and distant personality of his If his past were revealed then everything will get worst, hence, that’s why he shut people away from him. He wasn't charming at all in the first place that someone might say he's an average person, he was indeed mysterious for a 5’8 feet boy, wherein his eyes were one of his attractive feat. A couple of well-looking girls find him attractive despite knowing less about him. He himself can feel it, and sense emotions of the surrounding people. Sadness, joy, infatuation, or maybe even hate that reflect people’s eyes; Wayne can read them all."

“WAYNE!!!” He heard his name being called, which came from a voice of a girl.

The young man simply ignores it, for he had an excuse not to notice it. He was wearing his earphones without listening to any music; it was a tool used to avoid conversation.

“WAYNE!! COME BACK!! OI WAYNE!!” The voice came from a persistent squirrel, I mean a girl or a girl who looked like a squirrel but not in an offensive way, squirrels are cute right? The girl kept calling his name nonstop, but he vanished in the middle of the crowd.

“Ignore him Wayne, go home and watch Bob Ross, it will be all peaceful after then,” he whispered to himself. He didn’t want to respond, for he knew why he was called out. He was scheduled as a cleaner today at his class. Nobody likes staying behind to clean, unless you’re an angel or a hypocrite or a top-notch leech.

“Mother fucker!! This takes so long!” said one of the impatient students.

“UGGGGHHH!!!” yelled by another. “I HATE THIS!!”

“Sis, let’s go to the park later!”

“My god, this takes so long…. I want to go home!”

That’s the daily scenario of after class. they were like zombies barging on the gate, growling to go home. In fact, if there was a zombie apocalypse then everyone would get bitten easily. The guard looked annoyed of the students that kept bugging him. All he could do is just let their antics pass through his ears, after all this is what he signed up for.

“Guard, let us through!” ordered by the girl with an irritable voice, like a cricket that kept yelling. “You’re just a guard! We pay you with fees, so basically we feed your poor ass life”

She got her grotesque friends to back her up. The kind guard just let the words pass through, he seemed like a person who is used to this scenario.

“Guard, it’s only 5 minutes left, so just let us out,” the student constantly begged.

The guard gave an irritable sigh. “Listen, kids... I’m just doing my job. I can’t let you out until the given time.”

There was meter distance among him and the group of students, but he can hear what’s happening.

“Wanna hit the Gym later?”

“Let’s go!” One of them answered.

He heard those words from the group of boys beside him. He tried to kept distance, but the people around him kept walking closer and closer to him, soon he was surrounded with students. In the middle of the pavement lies the path towards the front gate, just a few blocks from his classroom if you came from there. Noises pierced his ear as if it were to bleed, he closed his eyes and tried took a breath, but it was a bad idea because the scent of the environment was a mixture of s**t and sour cream, and nobody likes that right? The bell finally rang, indicating that it was time for the gates to finally open.

“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!” 

“FINALLY!!!”

“LET’S GO!!” Screaming and shouting was heard.

Everyone around him was happy, and cheering like it was super ball or a three-point shot was made in the basketball court. It was like a scene of stampede out there. He walked the courses like surfing in the wave. Everyone around him was clumped, and he felt it was the worst time of his life. It was always like this, you either wait or struggle for a speck of time.

It was finally an inch close towards outside, soon there will be a sense of freedom, not until some rascal motherfucker pushed him by accident. He didn’t catch a glimpse of whoever did it, all he knew that it was a tiny shove. From the next moment of his life, there was a soft sensation that caught his head, boing, cliché of the breast, every man’s dream until you came back into reality as he felt the slicky and strong odor that the sweat had stored in the woman’s breast. In other words, there’s no delight in it, no f*****g way he would feel that way unless they have some fetish or s**t. The feeling was mutual for the girl, a chuckle but not in a positive way, she grabbed the part of his collar near the buttons and pulled him closer towards her just an inch to closer to her face but with enough space to see him clearly. The grip was tight, in-fact, the poor Wayne tried to pull away but couldn’t. He was surrounded by her subordinates, they young girls by their looks, a typical delusional gangster girl, like those who thinks they look tough with their twin tailed hair and a shade of Burgundy on their lips, not to mention that cringey ass death skull wristband they wore upside down. The strong fragrance was stark obvious that they to a bathe in a juicy cologne. She was Anastasia, the leader of a small and self-proclaim gang around their school. Probably an effect of too much reading ebooks or caught up in the delusions of online roleplaying. But neither the less, those brass knuckles wore by the girls around him looked fatal.

The girl threatened him. “Pretty bold of you to take interest in my boobs, you got a death wish?”

Another girl came from behind and laughed at him. “MWUHAHAHAHA!! What a pervert boss! Out of all students in the school, he picked you to molest”

The guard was pretty far and her subordinates were covering the scene. They pulled him meters away, where there is no sign of people walking by, just the sound of stream coming from the side that can cover the agony of pain. He knew what could possibly happen, yet he remained calm.

“B-boss…… i-nto trouble boss!”

“Goddammit Pacia! Stop being such a wimp! I’ll beat this dude till he begs for his life. How can you be gangster if you don’t act tough, think Pacia think!” Anastasia shouted.

“Yeah girl! Let’s show him who’s the boss... Beat the s**t out of him.” Those words came from one of her subordinates.

"Yeaaah! H-he deserve it!” The others followed along, but with a tone of hesitant. Like a deer in wolves’ fur, tough behind the alpha, yet whimpering when alone in the woods.

“NEVER MESS WITH US!” There was uncertainty among them. Such big words that came from their vicious mouth, yet in quiet voices that whispering to each other ears that what they are doing could actually bring them in trouble.

“Pffffft….. Never who h-huh?” The young man chuckled that provoked Anastasia. “Who the hell are you guys?” he asked.

The tough looking girl was built different though. She looked frail with her body and often underestimated. But the unnoticeable scar on her left forehead and the way she locked her hands on Wayne’s collar is a proof that she isn’t someone who you should mess with.

BAAAAAM!! A short moment of pain was felt. Her left knuckles met Wayne’s left cheeks. It was a pack of punch as he felt his cheekbones slightly cracked.

A moment of silent, no response from him was heard. “U-uhmm…I-is he dead?” Pacia looked frightened, “GOD, ARE WE MURDERERS!?” The girl started panicking until she received a b***h slap from Anastasia that pulled her back to reality.

“No, you f*****g i***t! There’s no way he could’ve died in such a weak punch,” Anastasia exclaimed. She shook him to give a wake-up call. “For a guy, you sure are weak.”

“Heh… hehe…” A soft chuckled came from Wayne’s mouth.

“What’s so funny you bastard?” Anastasia pulled him and saw the cocky smirk from the young man’s face.

“For a girl? Boy you sure do look like a gorilla.” He gave a cocky smile and not even a flinch from his eyes was seen.

"O-oh…boy… You shouldn't have said that,” said Pacia.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have, or perhaps it was the right thing to do. But there was no sign of fear from him, just a smile of a devil playing games with its victim.

“You really have a death wish, do you? Hehehe…” Anastasia held her rage as she asked the question with a chuckle. There were

“You better prepare for what’s to come,” sad Anastasia with grim looking eyes.

“Death awaits,” Wayne responded. “I’ll give you the opportunity to kill me, you should be honored.”

From this point of time, the girls are baffled behind. They were hesitant and confused. Not even the bravest Lapu-Lapu would dare to say something like this. It was psychotic brave for them and something they never experience.

IF ONLY I COULD KILL THEM.

Voices in his head whispered those exact words.

But from a distance it was a scenery of a princess in danger, yet grimly looking at the big bad girls surrounded her.

DEATH IS IMMINENT.