"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"Are you fucking kidding me? It's me, Keto." He calmly said with an annoyed look on his face.
This guy will never convince me. No way that this person here is Keto!
"You're not Keto! You're an impostor! Where's the real Keto right now, or else I'll—"
"FUCKING DOUCHEBAG, I TOLD YOU IT'S ME!" He complained as he hit my head. "Ack!" Damn that hurts… so it really is him! He's the only person who would hit me whenever he gets mad.
"I-It really is you!" Phew! For a second there, I thought he's someone else who's pretending to be Keto.
"WHO ELSE CAN I BE?! YOU SUFFERING BRAIN DAMAGE OR ARE YOU JUST THIS STUPID?!"
"You can't blame me! You were acting so different from your usual self—you never even study, so why the sudden change!?" Then I realized that this isn't the only point I had to make out to him. "—actually!! I've got a lot more to say!"
"HA!?"
Before I can say another word, the librarian showed up and hit us both on the head. "Ouch!!"
"Being loud in the library is prohibited!!!" She yelled quietly.
As that happened, we're now kicked out of the library. "Great. Just great!!" Keto turned to me and raises his fist. "Because of you!! I—"
"It's your fault!! Surprising the fuck out of me because you want to study?!"
"YOU COULD'VE BEEN SURPRISED WITHOUT BEING SO FUCKING LOUD!" Keto put downs his fist, and raises his voice instead.
"SO IT'S ALL MY FAULT NOW?!"
"OF COURSE IT IS!!—" We both fell quiet when we realized that a lot of people are already watching us argue. Keto's the first to take action and dragged me to a place where there are less people and continued to complain that it was all my fault. "The fuck's your problem, man!?"
Did he really ask that because he doesn't know? "You should know that by now!"
"So 'I'm' your fucking problem?! The hell did I even fucking do to you?!"
"Don't pretend like you have no idea!! You haven't been showing up these days, and you suddenly come up to me just to help you with your fucking homework!? You didn't even thought of telling me why you weren't showing up! And you even ignored me the other day!"
"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! WHO DO YOU FUCKING THINK YOU ARE TO TALK LIKE THAT TO ME!? ARE YOU BEGGING ME TO BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW!?" This mother fucker doesn't get it at all!!
"Keto, I—" he cuts me off immediately by yelling and aggresively pulls my collar. "AND YOU'RE STILL TALKING BACK!? I THINK YOU'RE FORGETTING YOUR PLACE HERE!"
"CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO—" and after such a long time, I get to taste his fists on my face once again. "F-Fuck…"
"I know you're looking down on me. You think I'm dumb enough not to know what you think? I saw you that time, you saw me getting beaten up by that damn bastard boss. YOU WATCHED ME LOOKIN' LIKE A PITIFUL LOSER, BUT GUESS WHAT! THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT I'M STILL BETTER THAN YOU!" As he lost his temper, there was no stopping him now.
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Keto's pov
I pushed this bastard to the ground and kept punching his face. The fuck does he thinks of me!? Talking back like that, he needs to learn his place! "DON'T THINK YOU CAN TALK BACK TO ME LIKE IT'S NOTHING! I'M STILL BETTER THAN YOU! EVEN IF I LOOKED SO PATHETIC BEFORE, I'M STILL THE STRONGER ONE BETWEEN US!!"
"S-Stop!..."
"BEGGING FOR YOUR LIFE WON'T STOP ME YOU FUCKING CUNT! PEOPLE LOOKING DOWN ON OTHERS ARE THE ONES I HATE THE MOST!! PEOPLE LIKE YOU ALWAYS SEE FAILURES AND INDULGE YOURSELVES IN TREATING OTHERS LIKE SHIT!"
"A-Aw! P-Please stop!"
"JUST WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" All my life, people always treated me like shit. And whenever I do something wrong, they would always say that I should do better! Not only they tell me what to do, they also won't fucking stop degrading me.
Nobody ever even paid attention to the things I've accomplished! It's always about my failures, and how much of a loser I can be. Nobody will ever look my way, so the only person I had left was myself!
So I'll do whatever I want to make myself happy and proud. Nothing else is better than to be satisfied with your own achievements, because no one fucking cares about myself more than me!
People who look down on me can fuck themselves—no! I'll even beat them for thinking of me that way! Because ever since I do things only for myself, I never allowed anyone to look down on me. They can just cry all they want until they drop dead from my fists.
"...you must be aware of your place by now." I told Lyde. His face isn't so recognizable anymore, he only cried and begged as I beat his shitty face. He should be thankful that he's still even alive. "What? Are you crying for more beating?"
"I..." his pathetic sobs even sounded like a girl. What a fucking pathetic loser. "...I... I only... worried..."
"What? Speak more clearly!"
"...I-I was worried... I was worried about you. I thought you haven't seen me that time when you were getting beaten by Ren, and it's true that I think you were pitiful—" What guts of steel he has! To insult me in the face like it's nothing!! "YOU!—"
"i felt sorry and worried." He added. "And my worry even grew worse when I haven't seen you for a few days. I was so mad that you only showed yourself now without even explaining why you didn't showed up for days."
"Liar! Why would you even worry for someone who orders you around like shit!? As if I'd believe you're worried!"
"BECAUSE! Ash said you see me as a good friend, so how can I not be worried about you Keto! Aren't we... friends?" Those were Lyde's final words until his eyes shuts close.