Genius Rivals (Ongoing)

3 - THE POET'S DILEMMA

What is the reason behind man's actions? Is it the chemical reactions happening in our brain everytime? Or is there an abstract force that influence it? Whatever the answer, I know that a human's will cannot be sated. It does not matter how much you feed, it'll still hunger for more and more. With that being said, our desire will be our downfall as much as our happiness.
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"You're interested to this too, Virgil?"

Yes and I admit it, but I don't trust her and that sounds like a trap. I can't open up to her. She think I'll fall for that? You can't extract information and use that against me. You're still lightyears away from outsmarting me. I humbly denied her questions and moved on.

"N-No. I'm just looking for something." I have to be careful to my words and not raise an alarm.

"Hmmmmm?" Along with that teasing face I always hate during an encounter like this.

"Y-Y-Yeah..."

"HMMMMMMMMMMM?"

I'm already sweating from her constant provoking. My chest tightened and nervousness has taken hold of me. This is so embarassing. Why should it be her? I'll be exposed up to my core for liking this genre. I should have just went home. But I have to keep my cool or all will be lost.

"My friend asked me to buy this for her."

"Her? Doesn't look like something a girl would be wanting..."

"Well, she does."

"And you're not the type to have friends. Let alone a girl friend..."

The cover of the manga emphasizes female body in fantasy suits and tights. Can't blame me! I'm not the artist who designed these. I definitely chose this because of the story and not about the graphics. My heart already trembles thinking excuses to divert her suspicion the other way around.

"Yoooo look at this book I fou-"

Thanks dude, you saved me from this woman. We turned our heads and attention towards Tristan as he bombards our conversation. Now that'll steer the topic.

"Woah..."

Seems like Tristan is speechless from me having a conversation with a girl, specially from a beauty. Raine looks at him with amazement because of his massive height and structure. It's like the characters from the story Beauty And The Beast met each other in real life. Well, let's see how this goes then.

"Who's this big fella over here? You know each other, Virgil?" Raine asked me.

"Don't really want to admit that but yeah." I quickly replied with an intent to put humor into it.

"What's your name, tall fella?" She asked Tristan.

"Tristan, and you are?"

"Call me Raine. Me and Virgil attends the same class."

"Ohhh, so you are classmates. Did he act very cold towards you? He does that all the time."

"Definitely. He seems to be always out of place."

"He's not like that back when we are in grade school. In fact, he's extroverted as hell. Don't know what happened to him."

"I see. Maybe that's just what he is. Let him be."

Numerous words had been uttered by them. I slithered my exit while they're talking about me because I can't endure their blabber. I bought a copy and hastened to the exit so I could disappear right away. Of all people to talk about, why it has to be me? There's nothing interesting about myself, let alone a characteristic of me to hold conversation to. I put forgiveness to myself by leaving the scene and just went home.
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With nothing to do in my free time, I opened my notebook full of poetries and scribbled some letters. Composed of metaphors which even I don't know the reason I wrote it, I let my hand spill a poetic mess with the paper acting as the canvas.