CH 8 – What a f*cking joke.
She's been avoiding me recently.
Every time I make eye contact with her across the room, she immediately darts her head in the opposite direction. Right after class, she would always suddenly jump out of her desk and run away through the door. When I found her in the corridor, I tried to talk with her, in which she responded with an immediate pivot of her feet, as she then sprinted away. And it didn't help either that she was so damn quick on her feet as well.
How is a young lady from a rich household this fast?
I was left with some mixed feelings.
No, more like devastated by my own feelings, to be exact.
It felt as if something was missing beside me.
...I became too used to her presence.
Are you serious? How am I actually feeling slightly depressed that she was avoiding me and no longer talking to me?
This can't be.
This can't BE!!!
Dejected and emotionally shook from the ground up, I slowly sat back down in my chair, slouched over and staring mindlessly at the ground.
Does she hate me now?
No, that doesn't seem to be the case.
Is she angry about me calling her cute?
I don't know, maybe she didn't want a person with my appearance saying that to her.
"..."
No, that doesn't really make sense either. Sure, I looked kind of scary, but if that was the case then she would have never hung around me in the first place.
I've always ranted about shitty generic manga protagonists in the past, saying they were always unbelievably dense and stupid to recognize their surroundings.
...Am I one of them right now?
I recalled her wine-red face that looked as if she was intoxicated when I was rubbing her head.
Then... Does she like me?
"...Who the fuck am I kidding..."
She told me that she liked Touma.
Not only that, but I don't think there's anything to like about me. Sure, I may be taller than others, but I have this foul expression on my face all the time, I spit vulgar words at people without thinking about the consequences, and I sure as hell don't have any qualities of an understanding, compassionate person, like Touma.
My thoughts were interrupted as a random red-haired boy approached my table.
"Ha! Looks like Shimizu-chan deserted your ass after finding out what type of person you are."
'Type of person?'
"I'm sure she was extremely disappointed when she saw the real you, so don't get caught up in it. A playboy bastard like you was already pushing his luck when you tried to approach her. That story of you saving her from a kidnapping is a fucking joke. Who the fuck circulated those lame fake rumors?"
"...Who the fuck are you to judge who Mei hangs around with?"
"Huh?"
I didn't care what he thought of me as a person. I didn't care that he thinks the hero bullshit was a lie. But when he started talking about Mei as if he could choose who she talked to realllllyyyy got on my nerves.
"I said, who the fuck do you think you are?"
"You're barking up the wrong tree pal..."
I scoffed.
"Ha! Ain't no way your matchstick-looking ass used the word 'pal' as a shitty threat!"
"You fuckin-"
The boy's face scrunched up, his fists tightening as he took a step forward.
"Go on. Punch me right now. I fucking dare you. We all know that you're a hot-blooded pile of shit anyways, so throw some fucking hands already, pussy-ass bitch."
We were currently in the classroom. While it was lunch time, and most people were out eating in the courtyard and cafeteria, there were still some eyes in the classroom with us.
If he swung his fist, he would be in trouble. If he didn't... Then that would be quite the bummer. He hesitated.
"...What a fucking joke."
I saw veins pop out of his forehead, as his face grew red and his nostrils flared out.
Finally, he met my expectations.
He launched his fist at me.
Thud!
My cheek stung. I fell off my chair and dropped to the ground onto my ass. My left nose started to drip red.
"Haha! Turns out the rumor you saved Shimizu-chan was wrong in the end! No way you could of saved her with your weakas-"
"From this point on, it's self-defense."
I slowly rose up from the ground. I emotionlessly stared at his eyes. His head began to tilt upwards, as he took a step back unconsciously.
I was a good one head taller than him. His eyes widened as he froze in place.
"So, make sure you clench your fucking teeth, unless you want pieces of it in your throat."
"You assho-"
He swung his right hand at my face.
I took one slight step to the left, dipping and tilting my head as I held my right hand next to my face.
His fist grazed my right arm as it shot past me.
His body couldn't stop moving forward. After all, he put all his momentum into that one punch, expecting me to fall down as he had landed a square hit on me the first time.
He was imbalanced, and he couldn't use his left hand either. His surprised face came into view. Shocked, his eyes widened.
Too late.
I slightly twisted my upper body left and subtly loaded my left knee lower to the ground.
My hips twisted forward, as my upper body violently whipped around to the right side. I engaged my lats, letting my left arm swing in front of me with a straight fist.
All in one motion, my left fist exploded through the side of his jaw.
SLAM!!!