Oleanders Are Supposed To Bloom In Summer

1.4. Watching me

Monday(still)

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School was finally over for the day, and Sarin was completely fed up with everyone's shit. She hadn't forgotten what she told Mark about the seating arrangement, and as she hopped on the bus she could see his head sticking out over her seat. He had his earbuds in and was staring down, presumably at his phone. It was apparent he was trying his best to ignore Adrian, who was simply causing more problems, and it was about to become more than just Mark he was causing problems for.

As Sarin got closer, she could see that Mark was sitting on the outter edge of the seat, and that Adrian was blocking the way in. Annoying fucker.

"Hey Adrian was it? Move your ass away from my seat," Sarin said, giving him a death glare.

"And what the hell are you gonna do about it?"

"I'll punt your ass to the sun, child. Now get the fuck out of my way." She snapped, moving closer.

Sarin, now in Adrian's face, could very easily look down on him. Whispers surrounded them, and Sarin noticed some kids even pulling out there phones to record the confrontation, Adrian however, must have already heard the rumors. He backed down, calling her a bitch under his breath. Sarin shrugged it off, his words ment nothing to her.

Turning back to the seat, she saw that Mark's lanky ass legs made it impossible to squeeze by him, but Sarin had another idea.

Grabbing the top of the seat as support, Sarin jumped over Mark's legs, trying not to pull his dangling earbuds. She landed successfully by the window, and sat down without a word. Glancing back at Mark, Sarin could easily see his wide eyes, in utter shock at Sarin's bold move to jump over him.

Turning back to the window, and the moving pavement beneath the bus, Sarin stopped paying attention to the world around her, instead being slightly disappointed that she didn't get to beat the shit out of Adrian.

Even though she had only been in one fight, it had been a thrill, and an adrenaline rush; it was a pulsating red fire, finally burning off years of hatred for all of the popular kids as a whole. It had been self defense, Sarin tried to never purposely start a fight, but it was still glorious. Fighting, wheather it was a real fight or training, gave her a high no drugs could ever match. Training gave her the confidence and the discipline she needed to know, and it made her scary when you knew what she was capable of. Sarin would daydream about beating the shit out of some of the other kids at the school, it was a form of de-stressing that didnt require working out.

Focusing back on the real world, Sarin turned her head to see whatever the hell Mark was doing. Looking down at his phone, Sarin noticed an oddly familiar parkour course. In fact, she noted it to be the custom parkour course she did in the background of her just chatting streams, seeing as she didnt use facecam or anything.

As Sarin watched the vod from beside him without being noticed, she realised which vod he was watching. It was the Q&A stream she had done on Saturday.

Realizing what it was, Sarin felt a jolt of anxiety flow through her. That stream gave away to much. It had been more than what she was comfortable with already, but knowing one of her viewers went to the same school. Knowing they were sitting next to her. Knowing that at any moment they could connect the dots and ruin everything. The thing was, if someone found out something like her name or where she lived, those things arnt things she can change just like that. It was the entire point of the channel name Control_Alt_Destroy. Its control+alt+deleting the channel if something bad happens. Its ment to be destroyed, wiped off the face of the earth if she felt she was getting too famous, or didnt like who she was becoming. She could just. Erase. Everything. And with personal information like that, you just cant. The channel was only made for one reason, and that was to see if she could ever interact with her favorite streamer. It was a silly little side quest from life, it is never ment to be a full time thing, and Sarin is determined to never let it be. She just hoped to get one conversation with Ranboo, not as a fan, but as an equal. That was the entire point, the only point. Sarin didnt even have donations set up, if you tried it would just lead to the charity of the month, whatever it happened to be.

Trying to shake off the anxiety, Sarin pulled out her phone for the first time that day. Scrolling through YouTube, she found the Ranboo vod from Saturday, as when she watched it live she had been doing leftover algebra work, and only half paying attention to the stream. School work would always take priority, but right now she had nothing else to do.

Sarin smiled as she heard the streamers calming voice. She leaned her head on the bus window, the vibrations loud in her ear and painful on her head, but she sure as hell wasn't going to lean on Mark. Besides, the constant banging on the window would keep her awake, as if she would have been able to sleep if she wanted to.

Sarin looked out the window breifly and upon realizing she was near her stop, looked over to Mark to tell him to move his ass. Only, he wasnt there. Did he get off already? Or did he move seats once one came available? Sarin hadn't noticed if he did either one. Frowning, Sarin grabbed her bag and stood up, brushing a small peice of trash to the ground, it looked as if it had words, numbers, or drawings on it. Could have even been a mixture of all of them, but Sarin didnt stall on it for long.

Turning her head to look back as she got off the bus, Sarin couldn't lie to say that she wasnt disappointed when she couldn't see Mark anywhere. He hadn't even said goodbye.

Shaking it off, she walked inside of her moderately sized house. Nobody home. Again. It was probably for the best that Mark didn't say anything. It was for the best if they didnt get closer. If he ever recognized her, it was over. This was safer, and it was safer that she ignored him aswell.