Atthera's laughter erupted as Sankara appeared with a sour look on his face. No, it wasn't the unsightly face that made her laugh. Rather, it was the man's half-shaved front hair. Ah, she guessed there must be a raid at her school right now. Luckily she was a typical student who wore skirts below the knee, not halfway up the thigh.
"Hahahah it's your own fault, you idiot, why do you wear your hair all long," he said between laughs.
Sankara snorted in annoyance, "Do you know, Att? That our male faces can change just because of our hair?" she replied with an annoyed chuckle. But he also smiled slightly because he could see Atthera who was laughing so early in the morning. Screw the hair!
"So what do you mean, you feel handsome with long hair?" the girl's eyebrows raised. Meanwhile, the person asked smiled confidently.
"Yeah, who could resist the charms of a Sankara Abyaksa?" her eyes flicked mischievously at Atthera.
"Dih," her hand shook Sankara's head lightly, "Stress," she snapped.
"Eum, so you didn't get caught last night, right?" she asked with her hands busy retrieving something from her black school bag. A few seconds later, he handed a banana milk to the pretty girl beside him.
"No," Atthera replied briefly. Her originally good mood was ruined because she remembered how Kafka left her just like that when the two of them were fighting for Raguna.
Sankara, who was sensitive to the change in his best friend's mood, asked, "Why again hm?"
"Ordinary," he replied, "Why were you so hard to call last night? Usually you pick up quickly. Even though you were at San's headquarters last night? Your phone also suddenly went off when it was ringing before." Atthera's eyes narrowed suspiciously at Sankara.
"You want to know?"
"No," she shook her head softly, then patted Sankara's shoulder firmly, "YES! You're still asking, damn it," she chided, making the clumsy boy beside her giggle. It was adorable to see Atthera's cranky face like this.
"My cell phone died last night, Att. When I tried to pick up your phone, it died," she explained, of course lying. There was no way she could tell the truth if she spent the night with Sena. Sankara knew very well that Atthera didn't like that girl.
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
"Where are you going?"
Atthera turned her head briefly, "I don't think you have the ears to hear the bell ring," she said sarcastically as she left Sankara who was shaking his head because of the girl who was always acting snappy to him.
"Good thing baby."
Atthera's footsteps echoed along the stairs leading to the rooftop exit. She whistled happily because even though her mood had been spoiled earlier, it was now cheerful again. After all, no matter what her mood was, she still had to pretend to be a cheerful, feminine, and of course gentle girl. As the girl was about to turn right, her body collided with someone's body. Luckily, she didn't fall to the floor.
"Aw," moaned the girl in front of her. Actually Atthera wanted to just waltz away, after all they were both wrong earlier. Wanting to apologize or argue about who is wrong also feels useless. But her wrist was held by the girl.
When she saw the owner of the hand, the girl gave a faint smile, "Ow look who wants to run away without intending to apologize," she sneered which unfortunately received a disinterested look from Atthera.
"And look who's wearing a skirt that lacks material because they bought too many cigarettes," replied Atthera not to be outdone.
"Dih. Sotoy," chided Sena. Yes, the girl who accidentally bumped into her was Sena. In the almost three years she had been in school, it seemed like she had never met that bad girl. Why did he see her so often since that day? How annoying.
Her skirt, which she had deliberately narrowed so that it pressed against her thighs, had been raided by the teacher this morning, which required her sexy skirt to turn into a tattered skirt because of the scissors. But she was reluctant to buy a new skirt at the school cooperative. She'd rather buy cigarettes instead!
"I'm too lazy to talk to people like you. It's pointless," Atthera snapped irritably.
"Are you sure that I'm useless in your life?" Sena's question somehow sounded like a hint, but she chose not to care. It was true, really, that the girl would be of no use in his life. After all, Atthera would get rid of people like Sena who just wanted to get their way.
"Whatever. Now let go of my hand."
Atthera knew that Sena would definitely talk about the A3 community.
"I ma-"
"A3 member vacancies are closed to you, okay? So you don't have to bother asking anymore," she cut in quickly.
Sena let go of her hand. That was not what he wanted to talk about. He was unsure whether or not to tell Atthera that he had found out about her relationship with Sankara. But would this leave her hanging? What if Atthera's response was still the same as last time?
"Do you want to know one thing?" the question that came out of Sena's lips made Atthera exhale heavily.
Several students who passed by them gave confused and astonished looks at the two people whose popularity was inversely proportional were chatting like two close friends.
"No." was the answer Sena had expected.
Even though Atthera had answered no, Sena still opened his voice again, "You're not jealous, aren't you, watching your boyfriend being carried around by that Thea?" he asked curiously.
Atthera's eyes narrowed, "What does that have to do with you?" she asked back. That was a strange question. She was the one in a relationship, why did Sena bother to ask.
"Yes, I'm just asking. Uh, just so you know, at that time I saw in front of my own eyes that Kafka picked up Thea at school after taking you home," Sena said.
Deliberately wanting to see Atthera upset or even angry with explosive emotions like what other girls do if someone tells them that their boyfriend is hanging out with another girl. At first, Sena was excited because of the change in Atthera's face, which looked gloomy. But it looks like he was wrong because in fact the beautiful girl was smiling sweetly with her hands playing with her nails.
"You expected me to get angry and hit that girl, didn't you?" Sena's forehead wrinkled. How rude of Atthera. How could she ask a question as if she knew what Sena wanted.
"I wouldn't do that, Sena. For me, it's a normal thing that makes me inevitably have to get used to it. So if you're expecting me to get burned by you, you're wrong," said Atthera firmly.
She will never let her self-esteem look low just because she fought over a man with another woman, especially in public. No matter how hurt she was because of Kafka's treatment, self-respect was still the main thing.
"Do you like Kafka? Please fight to get his heart," her shoulders scrunched up before continuing her sentence, "After all, I'm not afraid to compete with people who like my boyfriend. Because I know that my only competition is the girl who likes Kafka, and you must know who that girl is."
Atthera took a step forward, "Me!" she said.
Hearing the details of that sentence, Sena tilted his head, "You think you're the only one who thinks I'm wrong? Turns out you were wrong too."
"What do you mean?"
"What if I told you that what I like is not Kafka."
Atthera was stunned, "But your best friend, Sankara."
Atthera's heart seemed to stop in place. Her eyes rounded perfectly at the fact that Sena had said that. Damn it! Why does this girl seem to know about everything in her life? Who exactly was Sena?
You-"
Unfortunately, a voice stopped Atthera's speech.
"Do you still want to talk here or talk in the bk room?"
"Don't you see the time? The bell rang twenty minutes ago, and you're still here. Want to skip class?" sarcastically quipped the chairman of the committee.
Sena, who was used to being scraped by the children of the disciplinary commission members, went casually to the bk room without needing to be ordered again. In contrast to Atthera's anxious expression because she was caught by her boyfriend. Please note that Kafka will act fairly for students who break the rules. Including the person he cares about, Atthera. What punishment will the man give her?