And just like every fucking day, school starts off with a boring lecture from a professor who isn't even confident of his teachings. Why even hire someone to teach us the subject when he can't even teach himself the subject? Stupid. So much for school's all about learning – the teachers are the dumb ones themselves.
Just when I thought my life was over, the holy bell rings and saves me from my miserable ugly life. I jumped out of my seat and headed out of the hell hole. I wasn't planning to eat here. Cafeteria food is garbage and everyone knows that. The thing where students start throwing food in the cafeteria in the movies, that shit's real. Cafeteria food isn't food – it's a weapon for cafeteria war. "Forest Young?"
My engines stopped. My whole body shut down as I turn to this human who is interrupting my only sweet moment in life. I saw a man wearing a denim jacket over his printed white shirt. His black skinny pants were mortifying and his old converse shoes looked like they were about to eat his poor foot. I looked up to see his face. His brown hair was parted somewhere in the left and he was Asian. Of course he is Asian. "Do I fucking know you?"
He smiled which made me cross my arms. "N-No. Actually, I – well, I—"
"Then get out of my fucking face and learn how to speak straight first before approaching me. Shall I give you a free kick back to first grade?" I leaned closer to him arching a brow. "Now move." I rolled my eyes at the time I turned back away from the guy who just casually comes up to people and admits they are strangers.
"No, wait!"
At that, I turned my head back around to see his cold ass ice hands wrapped around my wrist. I glared at him and his eyes shook but he doesn't take his grip off me like he wasn't scared of me. "Get your hands off me."
"Sorry, I – uh – I," He took off his grip and brought them to his back awkwardly.
I grunted in frustration and turned around to walk but he stopped me by my bag this time. I turned back around angrily and glared at the kid that was annoying me to my core. "What the fuck do you want from me?" I finally asked preparing myself for the consequence of asking such question I've been allergic to ask.
He doesn't look like he would be someone who wanted to pay me for sex but looks can be deceiving and he's going to get a good beat up if he actually asks me that. And he doesn't look like he could be selling any drug. He looked back at me but now with a more troubled look. "I just wanted to know if you would like to have lunch with me."
I squinted my eyes in disbelief. Is this guy actually asking me this? "Are you fucking serious? You interrupted my lunch break to tell me that?" He gave me a quick nod. "No! Fuck no. Get the hell out of my face, you seagull."
As soon as I finally started walking away, I was surprised when I saw him following from the back. I stopped and turned to him with a frustrated and annoyed glare. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I exclaimed and he looked startled.
"Coming with you?"
"Did I tell you to come with me? Don't you understand what no mea— did you even go to school? Fucking leave me alone will you?!" I yelled but he wasn't budging. He was just standing there looking elsewhere.
I rolled my eyes and continued walking. Fuck this shit. I ain't dealing with this nerd now. I'm prioritizing my dead ass hungry stomach before any-useless-thing-else and that includes this annoying Asian who can't stop following me. Fuck. I'd have to deal with you after I fill up my tummy, buddy.
The moment I reached outside, I ordered a set of pork belly to eat. While eating, I noticed the guy sitting relatively close to where I was sitting at and right now, I didn't even care that he was sitting on the same table as me. I had to eat even if it means sitting with this prick.
When my order arrived, I quickly dove into it until they were all gone in a blink of an eye. I rubbed my stomach in satisfaction. I let out a sigh and burped with a victorious grin until it fades upon hearing a snort. I turned to my side and saw the guy still sitting there, covering his mouth with both his filthy hands. I almost forgot he even existed. "Are you fucking laughing at me after I just let you follow me like a creep?" I frowned at him but he looked at me with a rather calm smile.
"Yes."
"Fuck you." At that, I filled my mouth with three more meat with my brows creased.
I heard the guy laugh making me stop munching. I slowly lifted up my gaze, squinting my eyes at him in insult.
"Sorry. It's just amazing to see a girl burp without trying to protect their image."
"I have no image to fucking protect." Normally, it would take one word for someone to start running away from me but somehow this guy's taking in all my demonic attributes very well. Like he's not affected by it in any other way. This guy isn't scared of me like everyone else.
"Let's be friends, Forest."
I raised a brow at him. "I don't do friends."
"You don't do friends, it happens."
I scoffed and gave him one last glare. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say pal."
"See? Progress." He grinned.
I frowned. "Ever heard of the concept of sarcasm?"
"I actually haven't." He shook his head innocently. Fucking liar. "But don't bother telling me. I'm not interested."
I took a good look at him and rolled my eyes. "Do I look like I fucking care if you're interested or not?"
"Yes?"
"No."
"M—"
"Not interested."
"Wh—" He chuckled.
"Fuck off."
****
My head fucking hurts. Fuck. I drank too much last night at Jaxon's party – too much. I forced my eyes open to read the time and shit. I'm late. Fuck. I quickly jumped out of bed, showered myself with about three bottles of water, and slipped on to my clothes. I wasn't even sure if I wore clothes that weren't used. I ran out of the building and ran for my life.
I didn't even know why being late is such a big deal to school. It's not like we won't be able to move up if we're late. Teachers will always find a way to somehow magically turn our grades into better remarks. That's what always happens which they fail to deny. "Ms. Young, I'm not sure why you're still attending my class when we're only ten minutes away from break."
At least I still fucking came, old unappreciative hag.
When I got to the last empty table at the back of the room, someone suddenly took a seat next to me and slid a notebook towards my direction. I looked up creasing my brows and saw the same guy that bothered me yesterday. Now what the fuck does this kid want from me? He was just staring at the front probably to not catch our professor's attention.
"We're having a test tomorrow about what he discussed today. You can have my notes."
I stared at him before I stared at the notebook. I don't have a choice now, do I? I scanned through the pages and it immediately registered in my brain. Having this skill was a huge advantage. It was a pretty simple discussion. It would have took him about five minutes to discuss but they somehow did it for two hours. Fucking dumb. I threw the notebook back to him without anything else to say.
"Thank you," he said in an unsure tone. "Y-You're not taking it home with you?"
No.
I ignored him. What better way to waste my last ten minutes of this class than sleep? I sighed and position myself to crouch over the table when the guy suddenly pushes his fucking pink notebook back to me again.
"Take it. I have a copy of it so it's fine."
I glared at him. "Why are you so fucking annoying? I already said I won't take it, okay? Jesus fucking Christ." At that, I left the nerd who wasn't able to respond anything after what I just told him.
During lunch break, I was eating my fucking grass food in a table because guess what, I don't have enough money to buy pork belly every day. I saw Han and her friends on the other table laughing so fucking loud together like they were owning the whole cafeteria. I would have easily shut her up but I didn't want to cause any scene today after what I did yesterday to fucking Gavin. I'm saving my energy for another party tonight after all.
"Hi, Four!"
I didn't even bother turning anymore. If I am able to remember things with a look, voices are easier to remember and his voice wasn't so hard to tell. I still don't even fucking know his goddamn name and I don't intend to find out. I ignored the kid and continued munching on my green balls like a normal emo student everyone knows of.
"Hey! I'm talking to you."
I creased my brows.
I don't fucking care just leave me alone.
I start to hear whispers echoing inside the cafeteria and it wasn't flattering.
Speaking is so tiring.
"Oh don't worry! You don't have to say anything."
I looked up almost choking on the green ball I just swallowed down my throat. Shit. I said that out loud? Fuck. I should be more careful with my fucked up mind.
"So I thought you never eat here. You seem to enjoy eating at Pobia's House and about the exam tomorrow." How can he talk so much? "Are you sure you're not taking my notes? Mr. Oliver did discuss an awful lot of topics which will be covered for tomorrow's exa—"
I glared at the kid and he immediately shut his mouth and froze. At least I know he still is afraid of me somehow. Now I just have to completely scare him off so he could stay the fuck out of my life. "Do you ever know when to shut your fucking mouth?"
"W-We—"
"Did your Gods send you here to ruin my lunch breaks?"
"I—"
I rolled my eyes and stabbed my green balls with a fork before glaring at the kid again. I like to think that he jumped a little from his seat because I was terrifying but maybe that's just how naturally jumpy people are when they start seeing sharp things. "Now screw off."
"I'm Mark if you're wondering who I am."
I stopped before sighing. "I don't fucking care who you are." I took the green ball to my mouth and munched. I didn't know this kid but everyone was looking at our direction and it's enough sign to tell me that I'm not one to mess with this kid. I'm getting really frustrated of the attention I was having. I never liked the idea of catching everyone's attention unless needed and this time, I don't need attention. I just want to eat my fucking grass meal. "Just leave me alone."
"But I want to eat here otherwise you can't make me leave this table."
The glares from all these people – it's suffocating.
"I want to eat with you," He said. "Everyday."
"Are you asking me to kill you right now?" I dropped my fork at the table and glared at the kid - the deadliest glare I could possibly do and if that still won't shake him, I don't know what else.
He smiled. "You can't really kill me with more than a hundred witnesses."
I froze.
"You're not really going to kill me when I sit next to you just because I want to right? Besides, you can't kill someone in front of a million witnesses but if you do, then you're a stupid murderer."
My attention diverted back to the guy who still was grinning as if he just accomplished something so grand. This kid... he reminded me so much of Fucking Connor and he's the one person I hate more than my fathers.
"I may look like I could be a victim but I'd be a pretty great murderer. Strategic planning is my game so,"
"I didn't ask."
"The best way for people to remember you is if you tell people things about yourself."
"I'd only remember you as annoying."
"If you do then I guess I succeed." He grins wider.
He looked so calm and collected despite sitting near me, the one they call daughter of Lucifer which I don't find very bad at all and now's the time I deal with this douchebag. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the cafeteria to finally have a word with him. "What the fuck is your problem? Are you trying to commit suicide or something? Why won't you fucking leave me alone? What do you really want from me?" I asked but he just stood there with the same expression he always had whenever I see him.
He placed his hand over his pocket. "I already told you. I want to be your friend."
"And I already told you no!"
"For someone who finds talking tiring, this is truly an honor."
I looked away in frustration. This guy is clueless. This guy—
"You should know," He caught my attention. "The more you push me away, the more determined I am to pursue you."
He can't be sane. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!" He can't be.
He smiled and shook his head. "I'm pretty sure I can still walk a straight line. I'm perfectly sane."
I leaned closer to his face. "You wouldn't want to be fucking friends with me. I'm warning you."
"And because I like you."
Tell me he did not just fucking say that. I've been in this very same situation before but he was just straight-forward. I should have known from the way he looked at me before. God. "Let me crush your dreams and tell you that you're fucking wasting your time, kid. Why don't you just focus on school and graduate with honors to make your parents proud for once?"
"No."
I crossed my arms in frustration. "Look, Marvin."
"I-It's Mark. See! You can't even—"
"Fuck whatever your name is." I rolled my eyes tampered by his correcting. "If you think you're going to somehow catch my attention by acting all brave and hard-headed around me, then no. I've seen guys like you act like this in front of me before and they all still look pathetic to me. So do yourself a favor and just fucking wake up from your fantasies because they're never happening."
"I'm not like one of those guys you mentioned."
"What, you think you're so different? You're not!" Not fucking different. "Get your ass back to the library and just study your ass out and have a life of your own because I have my own life to take care of." Well, barely.
"And you know I won't leave just because you tell me to."
I cluck my tongue. "You won't gain anything from sticking to me like a dog."
"I don't have to gain anything. I just want to be with you."
"That's still gaining,"
"Maybe something like that but it should have sounded romantic according to—"
I let out a loud snort. Romantic? Get the fuck out of here. "They only sound fucking romantic when you're in a fairytale bullshit and those fucking words are never romantic unless you're doing it with someone who has a Shakespeare script. Stick that in your mind. "
"Now you're showing me more reasons to like you."
Fucking douchebag who doesn't know how to give up. Fuck this. I glared at the kid who looked like he was dead fucking serious. I sighed rolling my eyes in defeat. "You're wasting your fucking time. Do what you want and don't say I didn't warn you."