"Ah! A-aaa! Stop! Please, it hurts! Please! " The man I'm pinning down pleads in a loud whisper.
I immediately stopped putting force against the person.
What? Who is this?
Hearing this person below me huffing in pain made me realize where I was and what was going on. I immediately push myself away from the table and look at the person who is now holding his chest and gasping for air—whimpering.
I can also feel the stares coming from all directions towards me. When I raised my gaze, I saw a lot of eyes that were now looking and watching me with shock and confusion in their eyes.
I would never have noticed that I was standing still staring at the man in front of me if it weren't for somebody's voice that echoed above the loud buzzing noise of the entire library.
"What is going on here?" a woman's voice echoed. whispering loudly with enough volume that it could be heard even a few steps away.
But instead of minding the woman's question, it caught my attention when Killian, the person who I was just pinning down, heaving and gasping for air while clutching his chest, staring into nothing with quivering wide eyes in front of me, started dashing all the way out of the library.
"Hey!, Miss?" Someone touched my shoulders, but I did not waste a single second looking to see who it was.
My feet and body moved simultaneously and I ran outside the library. I heard the woman–probably the librarian, who was already yelling despite being inside the library premises.
I was looking around, hoping I could still catch up with Killian, but I couldn't see him anymore.
As I was looking around, strangely, his image appeared once again in my head. His quivering lips, his wide trembling eyes, and the rapid gasp he took while in a trance bothered me, and I do not know why. I could not care less, usually at times like this.
So why?
Tsk!
I frustratedly ran my fingers through my disheveled hair. I stopped walking around in the middle of the quadrangle I was in.
Sigh.
Why am I stressing? It is his fault for approaching a sleeping person. I just defended myself.
We did not get to talk about that schoolwork either, and my head is pounding.
The sky is already dark, and there are only a few students on the university grounds. Having regained my composure, I head straight to the parking lot without looking back.
He probably went home.
.
.
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I am currently lying on my bed. It is already past eleven thirty in the evening, yet I am still awake, with not an ounce of sleepiness in my system. This is nothing new to me. Sleeping late is always my thing for various… reasons…
I blankly stare at my ceiling. I've been doing this for I don't know how long.
I'm bored.
'Ah! A-aaa! Stop! Please, it hurts! Please! '
huff.... huff
It mentally startled me when that Killian boy's image struggling earlier flashed before the ceiling. I immediately sit up and look outside the window that is just beside my bed.
Fear
Scared.
Shock
These are the feelings he felt earlier. Emotions dripped out not only from his eyes but from his body as well. I have seen so many of these to be mistaken. He must have been very shocked because of what I did.
Sigh.*
There's nothing I can do about it.
The past is gone. There is no point in thinking about those things you can't undo in reality.
While looking outside the window, the light wind that is gently brushing the tree leaves, the small spots of streetlights that create a dimmed effect outside, and the sounds of the insects at night are tempting. So I grabbed my motorbike keys and my wallet while putting on a black hoodie to go outside.
After making sure everything was secure, I drove away with no fixed destination in mind. I just wanted to feel the chilling night wind. I have nothing to do in my apartment, anyway.
I ran my wheels on a random road in town, I went to the nearest parks, but all of them were occupied and dazzling with LED lights hanging from every post.
Bright lights make my head ache.
So I just decided to just go home. The night is getting colder; I think it's past twelve midnight and I still have class tomorrow. I have my escapade anyway.
I hopped on my motorbike and drove away.
Grumble*
My stomach grumbled.
Then I remembered that I only had 2 boiled eggs for this dinner. I must be hungry.
I then pulled into a gas station convenience store to get something to eat while I was here.I got myself some spicy tuna onigiri, a bottle of water.
But instead of taking my meals with me at home, I decided to just eat them outside the convenience store. I sat at one of the set up tables and chairs outside and watched a few cars pass by while I ate.
I was eating peacefully when a car drastically parked in front of the convenience store. I give it no glance and continue eating. However, my senses are sensing the surroundings, especially when the people inside that car step outside.
"Yow-ahhhh~, I'm starving."
"Me too, bro."
"Who doesn't go to starve when we have been driving for a whole day."
"Didn't we eat at the resort?"
"That was for lunch, sick head! It's already midnight. "
Chatter…
Chatter…
Loud.
They're yelling as if it's not already twelve o'clock in the morning.I felt their presence as they walked past behind me, entering the convenience store.
I continue to eat my meal, when suddenly there is someone sitting across from me. I kept eating my last onigiri, my head bowed slightly, and the hood of my hoodie lowered, covering the upper half of my face, so even if I lifted my gaze, I wouldn't be able to see the person in front of me, not that I care who it is, anyway.
"Miss? Alone?" a male voice said.
"…" I remained silent.
"Ooooh~ A snob. I see… I see. " He playfully said.
I stopped eating. Putting down the half eaten onigiri on the table.
I'm full.
The boy still chit chats, but this time he is conversing with his friends—maybe. I do not understand them; I don't care either.
I want to sleep.
I grabbed my garbage and the water bottle as I rose from my seat, ready to leave, when I was stopped from attempting to walk away by tall bodies.
Two of them are in front of me.
I blankly stare past their bodies as if they weren't there.
"Leaving so soon, missy? How about we offer you a ride? It is already past midnight, a dangerous time for a beautiful lady like you to be outside alone. " The boy said.
I lifted my head, trying to look at the person who was talking.
I'm looking at him—expressionlessly. Not that I'm in the mood to fake a smile.
I look at him from head to toe.
Tall.
Fair skin.
Black straight hair.
And dressed in a beach polo shirt and white shorts.
He looks like he is the same age as me.
I averted my gaze to the side. I don't have the energy to talk or answer.
I am sleepy.
"Are you shy? Don't worry! We are not some bad boys or gangsters-ow!" The boy with a red hibiscus patterned beach polo shirt affirms—the boy who approached me earlier. He was shoved aside by a taller guy with curly brown hair and a much more fit body.
"Excuse my friend, miss. Please do not be offended. He is just like this, mischievous." He said.
"It's fine." I said, looking at him.
I do not have energy anymore.
"What the hell is happening here?" another male voice said, coming from my back.
I did not turn to look at him. Instead, I continue walking. But before I left, I went to the trash bin nearby and was tossing my trash away when I heard the voice of the other man who was at my back earlier speak again.
"Cian, what's wrong with you? Picking up girls on the sidewalk from who knows where, "he said.
"I-I did not!"
"Tsh."
"I really did not! Who knows where she came from? She came at me first! "
I paid them no mind and walked straight to my motorbike parked not far away. I ride on it and drive my way back to the apartment.
I'm tired.
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.
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Tomorrow comes, and I think I overdid myself last night. I stayed up so late that I did not get enough sleep.
Although it is normal for me to stay up late, last night was a distinct case since I realized I did not drink medicine for my slight fever. That must be the source of my fatigue these days.But it's fine, it will go away eventually. I know since this wasn't the first time this had happened.
Tss.
We are walking together with Kleir and her group of friends since our classrooms are just next to each other. We just had our recess. There are still 5 minutes before it's over, yet we went back to the classroom earlier.
"Oh. My. gosh! Did you really do that? " Agatha asked Kleir.
"No!- I mean- yeah-no! -Argh! I did not do it on purpose, okay? They pushed me from the back. That is why I… I-I accidentally kiss-"
"OH MY GOSH!!!" Agatha and Anasia shrieked.
"You still kissed him, though." Bryce said.
"I did not want it." Kleir said, pouting.
I just listened to them staring blankly in front of me while walking.
I don't understand what they are talking about, no point involving myself, but that does not mean I am not observing.
I can tell that Kleir really did not want that kiss. Her eyebrows frowned in a weird way.
"He is the student council! How can you not want it? " Agatha asked… strangely.
[Blag!]
"I don't-" Kleir's words were cut off by a loud noise ahead of us.
I look straight ahead at what is going on, but my view is being blocked by a bunch of students clumping ahead.