I once asked my father;
"What's worse than
being left behind?"
He shook his head and told me:
"Being abandoned is the most
devastating emotion we can cause in another being."
She fell to the floor, sometime later after the lunch bell sounded.
"Go straight to the healer, she'll heal you."
She scoffed, "no she won't, I didn't get injured in a combat class taught by a certified teacher."
"She will, give her this." I produced a paper slip not more than two inches wide and two inches long.
"What's this?." She turned the paper upside down. "It's blank."
"Give it to her and she'll heal you."
"Will she ask me for anything?"
"No, we already have an understanding, just give it to her and she'll heal you no questions asked."
"But—"
"No questions asked."
"When is my next appointment?"
I recited my almost everyday mantra after I've tutored someone.
"Same day, same time, next week, your subscription ends in two weeks, if you're going to subscribe again please do so a week before your last day."
"I will be low on cash for a monthly subscription can I do daily?"
"Yes you can, just do it a week before your last day so as to not be disappointed."
I pivoted, walking towards the combat class exit.
"Thanks teach." She shouted.
"I'm not your teacher." I replied lamely.
"Well thanks anyway." She said when I was about to open the door.
I grunted a reply.
I pushed the door of my room open and immediately regretted it.
Cari Anderson, my room mate was currently in bed with one of the school jocks.
"What the fuck!" Cari screamed while the Jock tried to hide his private part.
I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips before sighing.
"What have I told you about bringing boys into the room and letting them sleep with you in it?" I asked her calmly.
"You don't get to fucking tell me where to fuck, it's my own room to, just because you don't get some doesn't mean I won't."
"So you want me to report you?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She got down from the bed and started dressing up.
"I'm not supposed to be having sex or watching people have sex, I'm underage." I told her.
She scoffed, "yeah, where it counts."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked her, a dangerous edge to my voice.
"You are the only human I know of that beats the shit out of any elemental, they all treat you like the goddess of war, you fucking know how to do the Damisu for goodness sake."
I didn't bat an eye as the jock walked out of the room.
"What does The Damisu have to do with this?"
"It's an ancient move bitch, only the rich kids know how to do it, you get thought at fucking twenty two years old, but you're only seventeen, and guess what, you're not rich either."
"What's this got to do with anything?" I asked.
"Exactly my point, you don't get to tell me you're underage when you know the Damisu technique."
"Look." I sighed, "I don't want to have to repeat this conversation, don't bring anyone into the room to fuck, if you want to, go to a hotel or something or let them have you in theirs, just find another fucking room."
She breathed out and breathed in, a clear sign she was trying to rein in her anger, good for her, I didn't have time to put her back in her place.
I smiled at the memory of when Cari first thought she could control me because she was bigger and popular among the boys because of her blonde hair, pretty face, big blue eyes and fucking fine figure.
I still remember her shocked look when I outright attacked her and put her on her ass before she even knew what was happening.
She was new, so she didn't know the rules, no one crossed me, I wasn't bullied by anyone, I was the number one tutor, I had dignity, I was honest, I never used my capability to control or put fear in anyone, I was straight forward, I was respected among my peers and elders, I was loved by all the teachers.
Despite being a nerd with weird azure blue eyes, fiery red hair, white creamy skin, I was still a five foot seven inches slender teenager.
I was always mistook as a low grader, people don't seem to notice I was a level 9 grader at first glance so they just outright call me a child.
Which I hated, but my stature doesn't stop me from fighting and training people how to fight, which I was grateful for.
"Why don't you find another fucking room?"
I stared at her like she was stupid, "I don't know, maybe because this is my room."
"It's also my room and I'm not telling you what to do in it."
"Oh!" I gasped, my hand going to my mouth, like I just figured something out, "is this how it's going to be? Well then, I'll go meet the counselor and tell her how my 'roommate' fucks boys in our room, and by the way ma'am, I'm still seventeen so you can understand my problem, I even told her to take it somewhere else and she keeps telling me to go fuck myself that we both own the room and she can do whatever she wants in it despite her knowing I'm underage."
Cari clenched her jaw so hard I could make out the shape of her teeth. I stared at her, daring her to say something else.
She finally sighed and averted her gaze.
"I'm sorry, I won't repeat the mistake again."
I smiled like I had just won a lottery.
"Your apology is accepted, now I'm going to the toilet."
"Why?" She asked, I narrowed my eyes at her like she was stupid for asking a foolish question.
"To watch football." I answered.
I turned heading toward the bathroom.
"Fucking twit." She said under her breath.
"I heard that." I shouted.
"You were supposed to." She shouted back.