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Three: The stone cold moron is having a stare down with me
Tsukishima Kei, the coldest man in the entire milky way galaxy, a man that oozes 'i don't care about your life' energy, he-who can destroy your esteem with a single comment, is supposedly my partner.
Hell.
As I continued cursing the entirety of the universe which had led me to this day, he continued walking nonchalantly along the board hanged in the foremost portion of the room.
Expectantly, he wrote his name on the list without putting any effort in starting a conversation.
He started walking out of the room without even discussing anything or giving me his whereabouts.
Just as I was having a roundabout discussion with myself about how I have to do everything by myself and let him take credit. He takes a detour and strides straight towards me.
I tried thinking of a way to excuse myself out of the room. I was clearly shaken from his sudden movement and my dreadful social skills didn't help me control my panicking mind.
Is it social anxiety that I have?
He called out to me and I stayed to hear what he has to say.
One minute. Two, Three, Four.
Okay, stop it!
It's as clear as a window glass that both of us don't know how to start a conversation. He surely is used to having others lead the conversation.
Well not me, I don't have the guts to do that. If he thinks that him staring at me is going to make me overcome all my communicating issues, he's wrong. What is he thinking I wonder. Whatever it is, his thoughts could never be more important than someone else's peace of mind and he's clearly not getting that.
The stone cold moron is having a stare down with me.
"Er-"
"Come at my house by three"
He finally said it. Atleast we have something to begin with.
I nod carefully not wanting to let him get a hint of the anxiety I had been developing inside my head.
Everything went smoothly after that, remotely that is. He gave me his address and we went to the locker's room. Of course no one made a noise. Not even a single word. Both of us seemed to be used to it though.
When I went to the ladies' room, I knew I shouldn't have. Paige was there. I tried avoiding any eye contact but that wouldn't make her stop herself from what she was going to do.
Without any fear of consequences, she sprayed the water at me. My entire body was drenched in the liquid and I couldn't get out because her pet one and two were behind me. I couldn't shout because anyone who would see me in this state would feel disgusted. My bras showing through the thin, wet white shirt I was wearing was a terror, atleast to me.
As for Ms. 'I'm only bullying because I was bullied by her', my terror looked like a mere comedy show.
After she was done doing whatever she wanted with me, I glide back to the locker room to get a spare shirt. Without even looking at the man at the corner of the doorframe, I got my clothes and went to the dressing room to change.
I walked back to my home and packed all the materials I needed and checked the clock.
2:26, Besides the fact that I'm not ready to face the witness of all that happened today, I was all ready. Who am I kidding? The entire class knows what's going on and still wouldn't lay even a concerned look. For them, it was only a payback to the cruel mistress.
I took my bag of supplies and locked the room to go to the staring machine's house.
-Chapter End-
