Readers, take this advice: if you ever decide to fall for someone or admire them, steer clear of the rude school beauty you barely know. Trust me, she might just turn out to be a sword-swinging powerhouse with crazy abilities and a habit of rambling about complete nonsense.
Trust me, I know…I just exprecined it.
"So, Sou." A boy waves his hands In front of me, onyx orbs filled with concern.
Ojimori.
My personal certified best friend…The only person that stuck with me even though everything in my life is currently going up in flames due to this damned condition.
He doesn't make me feel like I'm going insane, or not normal he does the opposite.
"Oh, sorry, "I say stretching my hands behind my head and scratching it awkwardly. "I have been kinda out of it lately…" didn't have to say any more for him to know exactly what I am talking about.
"Did you take your pills?" He questions, leaning back on the desk beside me.
"Yep." I look down at my puffed-out pocket due to my pills and can only shake my head remembering the literal most out-of-pocket and diabolical thing that just happened to me, but even as I breeze my eyes around the classroom through the usual buzz of the lunch period.
My eyes fall on her sitting at her desk with her eyes closed.
Nobody has any clues about what she's doing, either sleeping, meditating, or something else. I don't want to approach her because it seems like a crime to everyone if you disturb her during this time.
The last boy that tired ended up tied up to a tree in the school field. And after all, that just happened I don't want to end up like that or something worse. These fangirls and boys can be devils when their ready.
"You with me?" Ojmori waves his hands at me again to grab my attention, which he gets. "Dude come on snap out of your daze, we only have an hour with each other!" He tries to grab my attention and it succeeds.
"Yeah…Yeah!" I fix my posture and focus back on him. "But shouldn't you be happy if it finishes quickly?"
"I can't wait for this to end," he sighs dreamily, his nose flaring as he gestures dramatically at nothing like he's squeezing an invisible bouquet. "Miss Mihyeon... my queen, my saint—"
"Okay, that's enough," I cut him off before he can go full Shakespeare about our homeroom teacher, the same one he's been crushing on since day one at this school.
Don't give me wrong, Miss Mihyeon is busty with boobs the size of my head, she was the embodiment of grace in a woman of her age, but she as well as the school's beauty doesn't give me any flutters.
Me? I'm more into feisty women—ones who like guns, a good brawl, and aren't afraid to throw a punch if needed. Now that's my kind of charm.
But nowadays, even finding someone decent feels impossible. All we've got are women who are either needlessly bitchy for no reason (looking at you, the school's so-called beauty) or those overly elegant types who act like they're too good for any guy—or anyone, for that matter. (And yes, that's still the school's beauty. Go figure.)
"So what?" Mori goes to say something, but something echoes in my mind.
'Come to the rooftop'
And just as the voice that sounds awfully familiar registers, Seol gets off her seat and walks out, which only answers my questions. It was her voice.
A few minutes passed of my mind going full blank and I finally came to a conclusion.
She just spoke to me in my own mind! What else can this girl do? Then again this is my only chance to have a talk with her alone, so straightening my slouched posture, I begin to walk away.
"Sorry.." Flipping around back to Ojimori. "I have to use the washroom!" I shout as my walking turns into running.
"Oh ok!" He exclaims behind me.