Today, there's a furious guy carrying a head like a box in the office. And his name is Steve. Coincidence? I think not. His parents probably got together through Min*craft. But little did they know Steve acted anything but like Steve in the game. He acts like a vindicator.
And he notices a very tiny detail yet enough to explode his volcano of anger.
His balls are adjusted. Volleyball...'s ball.
That he doesn't like.
No one appreciates his balls like he does. They don't know what Steve and his balls have. To let them have their way with his balls, he couldn't stand it. He couldn't control the trembling fist under his frown. It feels like knowing an enormous belly old man sucking your wife's tongue in front of you and a camera.
Okay, that maybe is too disturbing to say, but you get the gist.
"Who?" Says Steve under his breath.
His eyes glance at the other teachers in the office.
"Who would do this?"
'Whoever you are, I'm going to make you feel like I am now. An eye for an eye. An eye for an eye…' Steve says innerly.
"Morning, Steve," greets one teacher, who has been sitting beside his desk for a year. Yet, who Steve very much has forgotten his name is. With his goofy smile, Steve guesses his name has to do with Larry. So let's just go with Larry.
Steve glances at Larry (?), "Someone touched my balls last night."
Larry gives Steve a wry smile. "I really don't think you should tell me that. I don't think--"
Steve raises his hand to stop Larry (?) talking. "And I'm going to find who has done this."
His eyes sweep around the office. It could be anyone. Man, woman. Young, Old. Germany, Italian. Gay, Lesbian. Everyone is super SUS.
But it would make his investigation harder if he assumed everyone. Steve scratches people off his lists in his mind. Alyssa first. She wouldn't do anything like that. She's an angel.
Larry (?) laughs wryly, "O, Okay… You can scratch me off the list."
"I know it's not you, Larry." Steve twirls around to look at others more efficiently.
Larry (?) scratches his side head, "Actually... my name is Bob."
"Close enough."
"I… don't think so."
Steve looks at him. "I say don't worry. You are not him."
Larry(Bob) tilts his head. "You mean… You actually find out who did it?"
Steve nods. Whoever did this must have a big grudge against him. Days of vengeance. He must be a very gloomy guy. Weird one.
Steve looks at Alyssa. Oh, how cute she is today. Her brown hair combs just nicely… that one strand poking out is a charm to her. Her stony eyes are just the perfect thing to stare at every morning. Steve wipes his drool.
And his eyes burn in hatred when he looks at the desk beside Alyssa. The science teacher. A man who he would like to see behind a jail's bar today. He's gloomy. He's weird. He's EVIL!
How is Alyssa so chatty with him than Steve? He must have brainwashed Alyssa! Steve just knows it. And he's going to find the evidence one day and save the princess. One of these days. Yes, he could feel it coming closer. If he found one, he'd spread the information as much as he can.
Using his three hundred followers on Twitter.
Now, of course, Steve is thinking about Sensei here. They just don't go very well together.
Steve knows it just right. Sensei is the one who did this to his balls.
Larry (Bob) chimes in, "Look, Steve. Whoever did this probably didn't mean to."
Steve snorts, "You can shut the hell up, Larry, Bob."
"I'm just… Bob."
"Whatever. You know nothing. This," Steve points at the ball, "is out of hate. This is literally a hate crime."
Bob raises his eyebrow. "You know Steve, I don't think that's what it literally means…"
Steve ignores whoever the fuck is talking to him and stretches his shoulder. "Ohhh, you just don't know what trouble you're having now, bud." He still stares at the Sensei empty desk. "He's messing with the wrong guy. I'm the person who wants the world blind. An eye for an eye. An eye for an Eyesss."
Steve hisses. Very weird.
Bob looks at where Steve is staring at and notices it's the science teacher's desk. "You think it's him?" Bob sighs, "Oh, come on, Steve. He's been busy lately, don't you think so? He actually has work to do?"
Steve glances at Bob with a question. "Work to do?"
Bob nods. "I heard he's been busy managing his newly assigned clubroom. But unexpected, of course. I also was surprised when Mary told us she saw him taking the cleaning tool to the club with a student. I thought no one would care what happened to that place. It's kind of creepy, anyway."
Steve crosses his arms. "You think… he's in love with the club now?"
Bob shrugs, "I don't know Steve. Loving something that is lifeless is really stupid to me."
Steve just glares at him for a minute.
Bob glances at his ball(s) and bows apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"So he loves the club now?"
"I—I wouldn't think that's the case."
Steve smiles, "Oh, boy. I think so. You know what, Bob? You just gave me a great idea. A fantastic E is equal M C square."
Steve takes his coat and prepares a little thing. His baseball bat. He cleaned it up with his coat and put it on his shoulder.
Larry has to ask, "I thought your class would be later. Where are you going?"
Steve smirks, "I'm going to Er*n Yeagar the shit out someone today."
"What?"
And Steve is out, laughing hysterically quietly.
Bob just shakes his head and opens up his laptop.
Mary, who'd seen them talking, pulls out her chair to Bob. She whispers, "So, Larry what's--"
"Bob."
Mary chuckles. "I know, just teasing you."
Bob replies, "I don't know. I feel bad for the science teacher. It looks like Steve's going to make his life harder."
Both of them stare at their own shoes.
Mary starts, "Can I tell you something?"
Bob sighs. "I also have to tell you something. But you go first."
Mary twirls her hair. "I probably should tell Steve this. And it's kinda too late now. But last night, I was the one who kicked his ball."
Bob looks at her with his eyes wide open. "No way. It's you?"
Mary nods.
Larry smiles wryly, "I was going to confess that... It was me."
Mary shouts, "What? You too?"
"Uh'huh."
And then an old man teacher who just arrived at school comes toward them. He looks at Steve's empty desk and asks Bob. "Do you know where Steve is? He needs to know that I kicked his ball last night. I don't want him to accuse someone else like he does... I mean, it is not really my fault. Why did he put that ball there? God."
"Oh…" both of them mutter.
And Mary gives a forced smile, "I think… It's already too late now."