Stretching my arms, I collapsed onto my bed, feeling the tension ease from my body. "Yo, Ebon. You made it back first," I said, glancing at him. He was perched on his little bed near mine, a luxury he enjoyed as the pet of a rich kid.
"Elijah is faster than you, Father," Ebon muttered in my mind, earning a chuckle from me. Jamie was sitting nearby, staring at me with a curious expression. I couldn't resist messing with him a bit.
Without warning, I laughed out loud, making Jamie jump. His stunned expression made it even funnier. Pushing myself up with my arms, I felt the weight of the day in my muscles. I decided to have some fun.
I stared at Jamie, locking my gaze on him, calm and unblinking. He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around to avoid mine. But I didn't let up.
Finally, with an embarrassed flush creeping up his face, he asked, "What are you doing?"
"What's my name?" I asked, my voice steady as I continued to scrutinize him.
"Lucas Wykes," he replied, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure.
"Then say my name," I demanded, still staring him down.
"L-Lucas," he stammered, his face turning even redder. Satisfied, I couldn't help but smirk.
"Thanks, Jamie, for acting like a girl and going along with my lines," I said, falling back onto my bed with a laugh. Jamie just stared at me, utterly baffled.
After a moment, I added, "What do you think, Jamie? Could I get the same reaction out of Veronica too?"
We both fell silent, sinking into our respective beds, exhaustion weighing us down. I let the quiet stretch for a moment before I rose again, this time supporting my head with my hand. Glancing over at Jamie, I noticed his elven ears twitching slightly as he too collapsed back onto his bed.
"You know Veronica, right?" I asked, trying to bring him into the conversation. He shook his head, denying any knowledge of her. "Come on, bro, she's in the same first class as us," I insisted, but he still shook his head, looking confused.
"Well, I'll introduce you next time. But what I want you to do is keep an eye on her," I said, not letting him off the hook so easily. He nodded reluctantly, and I pressed him further. "Tell me, what did I just tell you?"
His response came out hesitant, "To keep an eye on her."
I chuckled, noticing his ears drooping slightly. "You know, I really like those elven ears of yours. Mine aren't quite complete, but yours—damn, they're good. They even move up and down with your mood." He gave me a small smile, seeming to relax a bit, before falling back onto his bed.
"Today was a real hectic day," I muttered, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. "Got promoted from student to professor, found my first love, felt my heart actually beat faster for the first time."
Listing all the things that had happened today felt surreal. So much had changed so quickly, and I couldn't help but look forward to the events that would unfold at this academy.
But then, a strange feeling crept over me. What was going to happen next? I tried to recall the events of the novel, but the memories weren't there.
Wait, what was the name of the novel? I asked myself, trying to grasp onto something familiar.
A sharp pain shot through my head, and I let out a gasp of agony, clutching my temples. The memories… they were slipping away. Who was I, really?
Before I could dig any deeper into the strange sensation gnawing at my mind, a knock came on the door. I glanced at Jamie, who was already dozing off, and at Ebon, comfortably curled up and fast asleep in his spot. With a sigh, I pushed myself up, my body still heavy with exhaustion, and made my way to the door.
As I opened it, Arthur and Elijah stood there, Arthur grinning as usual. "What's up, bro? Wanna head out to eat?" he asked, his voice casual.
I nodded, forcing a smile to mask the confusion still lingering in the back of my mind. "Yeah, sure, Arthur. Let's roll out on some balla turf."
Elijah raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "A balla what?" he asked, genuinely curious.
I just scoffed, waving off his confusion. "You wouldn't get it," I said, brushing past the question as I stepped out of the room. The last thing I needed right now was to explain another reference.
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"I'm missing her a lot, man. Feels like I don't even wanna live anymore," Aaron muttered, taking another drag from his black devil cigarette. The sour, acrid smoke wafted up, making my nose itch as I tried to wave it away.
"Fuck, bro, what the hell are you smoking?" Kevin grimaced, shaking his head. "Michael, get over here." He pointed to the seat beside me, and I didn't waste a second getting up and switching seats.
"Thanks, mate," I said, relieved as I settled into the chair, putting some distance between me and Aaron.
Kevin leaned back, crossing one leg over the other in his usual relaxed but authoritative style, puffing on his Gold Leaf cigarette. "Look, man, I told you months ago she was a Bitch, but you were all, 'Bro, she's different, she really cares.' Well, guess what? She doesn't even think about you now."
"Kevin, let's not drag this out," I said, cutting in before he could pour any more salt into Aaron's already deep wounds. Aaron sat there, lost in his thoughts, and I could tell he was on the verge of something darker.
He finally nodded, his voice low. "The thing is... she's with Shahan now. It's not new either; it's been going on for a while. And... I don't know, man. I think I might kill him."
The tension hung in the air, thick as the smoke Aaron exhaled, and I knew this conversation was about to take a turn none of us were ready for.
"So why did you call us here?" Kevin asked, his voice as casual as if we were discussing the weather. Both Aaron and I gave him dumbfounded looks, the cigarette smoke curling up into our faces. Kevin, unfazed, raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm asking the real question here."
He leaned forward, resting his hand on the table, his eyes locked on Aaron's. "I believe you only fight someone you've shared a meal with."
"But, man..." I started to protest, but Kevin cut me off.
"Aaron, did Shahan know she was your girlfriend?"
Aaron shook his head slowly. "No."
Kevin nodded, his expression unreadable. "Does he know now?"
Aaron's face remained stoic, though I knew sorrow was festering inside him. It was his specialty, maintaining that unyielding exterior no matter the situation. "No," he replied firmly.
I glanced over at Kevin, noticing the grin creeping onto his face. I still couldn't figure out why he always had Shahan's back, even when Shahan insulted him in front of others like it was some kind of joke. It baffled me.
Kevin's eyes never left Aaron as he spoke, "Maybe it's time to focus on yourself, man. You dropped out of school—maybe joining the army would be a better use of that anger. Or something like try to know yourself and God that would be the best." He leaned back in his chair, exuding a confidence that only Kevin could. "It'll be better for your future if you forget about her."
Aaron opened his mouth to protest, but Kevin was quicker. "I know you can't just forget, but listen, if you see her again, don't look at her with anger. Look at her like you'd look at a stray dog—or in her case, a stray bitch."
He paused for a moment, as if weighing his next words, then continued. "And don't tell Shahan about your relationship. If he asks, just say it's in the past and that he should ask her about it."
It was one of the longest speeches Kevin had ever given, and while I wasn't sure Aaron would take his advice, it was clear that Kevin had given him something to think about.
Before anyone could say a word, Kevin stood up, straightening his Diners shirt—the same one we had bought together as a set. "Sorry, Aaron, I can't stay much longer. Got somewhere to be," he said, his tone firm.
Aaron tried to protest, "Come on, man."
But Kevin shook his head, already on his way out. "Sorry, bro. Gotta go. Next time, for sure. And remember what I said," he added, gesturing to emphasize his point.
We exchanged quick hugs, a silent understanding passing between us. As I hugged Aaron, I could feel the weight of everything unsaid hanging between us. Kevin, ever casual, pulled out his lighter and a fresh pack of cigarettes, lifting them up as he gestured toward the exit.
I followed, giving Aaron one last nod before stepping out with Kevin into the night.
I pulled up to Kevin on my Hero 70, its familiar rumble filling the parking lot as I approached. He nodded, hopped on behind me, and with a quick kick, the engine roared to life like a tiger's growl. We shot out of the area, the wind rushing against my face as the city lights blurred around us.
As we sped down the road, I asked the question that had been gnawing at me for a while. "Why do you always save Shahan? Why don't you beat that lying bastard? You know as well as I do that he's full of it. So why?"
I kept my eyes on the road, waiting for his answer, but the only sounds were the engine's steady hum and... munching? I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Kevin casually eating chips, completely unfazed. Annoyed, I returned my focus to the road.
"When did you get those chips?" I asked, my tone betraying my irritation.
"When you were getting your bike," he replied, his expression hidden from me but his nonchalance unmistakable.
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