The bad-tempered muse

Chapter 2: Where's your sorry at?

Chapter 2: Where's your sorry at?

"When will you learn to go to school early?"

Anthony asks then goes fixing his eyeglass--acting all suave.

"Maybe when I stop working late which I think I can't help."

Martin answered as he tiredly sits down on his seat in class.

The first week of school sucks no matter how he likes going to school.

Between Anthony's acting to fix his eyeglass and Martin lazily sitting down on his seat, most girls find Martin more slick, cool.

The two were the only ignorant ones about their classmates' admiration.

Anthony went to sit next to him.

"Bro, I don't think you need to push yourself too hard. You have money, I think that's enough."

Well, that kinda true. Unless it's Martin.

"Just let me be, I'm not that tired. The traffic was bad that's why I'm late, and I'm just really lazy right now."

Anthony thought-- that's why it's more efficient to drive a motorcycle than a car.

"You should buy a motorcycle."

Martin rests the side of his face on his arms, on the table before he looks at his friend.

"Not everyone is meant to drive a motorcycle. I love driving cars, but it seems traffic doesn't feel the same."

He then sighs and finally borrows his face on his arms on the table.

Anthony can see how tired his friend was, so he left after saying, "You're lucky Taylor seems to have forgotten to be early today, otherwise she would have already roasted you on the way here."

Martin's eyes which were nearly closing instantaneously went wide open.

Ah, yes, Taylor. That demoness!

Well, with a little bit of twist, Martin knows he can bypass her solid interrogation.

Every time she caught someone coming in late, she'd go on like firecrackers during the New Year holiday; she's unstoppable when lit.

Never mind, he needs sleep!

Meanwhile, on the ground, in the grass field outside the Class 5 building, a fight broke out.

Before the day even started with a boring yet peaceful class discussion, Martin, who was trying to take a nap before the fight breaks out, was dragged down to the ground by his friend.

Students were rushing down to the grass field.

Martin still feels exhausted but he lets Anthony drags him away to the grass field.

"It's Friday! I think Friday has the highest rate of fight cases compare to all the days."

"People fight every day, you weirdo! You like creating facts without statistics now?"

"No! It's base on my observation! Students will likely go into fights during Friday because it's the last day of the week; there'd be no class after Friday!"

"Not that they can get away from punishments though,"

"But they can prepare for two days. They have two days to process, make excuses, recuperate from mental or physical damage if there's any."

"Bro, that's actually reasonable!"

Martin finally opened his other eye that he kept closed all this time while his friend drags him around.

He then proceeds to look at Anthony and Anthony only looks at him as well.

"Why did you drag me here?" Confused, Martin asked his friend.

"Well, that's because I remembered both of us were elected to be the Class 5 representatives last year."

Martin's brows are unintentionally knitted, he then asks Anthony, "So you said yourself, we're elected last year. That's last year, last year had passed.".

"We're elected last year for this year! We have a duty for the whole school this year!"

"So, why did you drag me here?"

"A fight broke out; we need to help and clear this area before Taylor takes notice of this incident. We'll be in a whole different hellhole then."

Taylor takes her duty in the school very seriously.

So Martin and Anthony left with no alternatives, made their way to the crowd.

"You're saying sorry but I think you don't mean it at all."

"Please make way, make way. "

"OMG! Just what's your problem, bitch?! I'm saying sorry multiple times now!"

"Gosh! It's the twin! Martin and Anthony!"

"Save that later. There's practically a real fight happening here!"

"They're not going far! That's a farce!"

Martin softly massaged his nape as he imagined it aching with the way these students are acting.

There's a fight virtually happening in front of them and they are not even trying to help out?

"Oh? I didn't know you can shout? See, I told you that you didn't mean what you said."

"Gosh! -- It was not my fault that I bumped into you! You could have avoided me?!"

When Martin finally managed to make his way into the crowd, he saw two girls standing in the middle.

"You're saying that you're free to use your phone, bump someone's shoulder, and continue walking without saying anything? I said sorry the first and I meant it even though it's not really my fault. You said you're sorry but you did not even look at me in the face? Where's your sorry at?"