Spying On Me

〖 ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs 〗

 The summer sun is already approaching with Finales in a week and still no lead to getting close or at all in contact with Akabane, I am quite literally malfunctioning.

     I could do what I've always stopped myself from doing, I could go to his house, stake it out, but what difference would that be then going to his class, other than labeling myself as a stalker?

     I sigh and slink in my seat, Asano walks in all cheery and I wonder what poor soul had to cross his path to cause this reaction. He walks right past his seat, past two rows, and walks down mine. I sit up from my laid-back position and fix my face before he catches my scowl.

     "May I help you?"

     His grin widens, if possible, and says, "no, I gave you a job, an order, and you haven't provided anything useful in months." So what, he's here to tell me how bad of a job I'm doing being his spy? And why in the hell is he talking so loud?

     "But," he catches my nonexistent response and quips, "you can redeem yourself by doing a bit of dirty work for me." He sits in the seat across from me–that's always unoccupied–because crouching down to whisper is too low for him, "bring me a name."

     I sigh, "Akabane's already in E class, isn't that enough?"

     "Ah, so you've heard about that, have you?" Thank you Shiota for that information, I would have come off as incompetent without it.

     "Elaborate." I'm getting tired of these games Asano plays, he makes me feel dumb every time I talk to him, just because he's the top student doesn't mean he's the wisest: smart becomes dumb in an instant when you don't know how to use the information you have correctly. That's something I would tell him if he wasn't able to control me and maybe only if we went to different schools, I'd say all I want to his face.

     "My father has had constant meetings with someone. Every Thursday up until two months ago, the same vehicle has been parked outside of my house at the same hour, they only stay for an hour and no matter how many times I stake out my house, I have never seen their face. Their car is a neutral black honda, they could be male or female. Regardless, I just want their name."

     "Wait hold on–" I hold up my hand and blink a couple of times, "you want me to spy on your father?" He sounds crazy, absolutely mad!

     "Yes now–

     "Asano are you insane?" For a brief moment, my mind flashes to what Akabane would say, yes, of course, is it that obvious? He'd probably have a sickening grin on his face as well. Then instantly I'm pulled back into Asano's world.

     "You are missing the point Y/n. Get me their name and I'll let you off Akabane's case."

      "Then what? You blackmail me into something else?" I roll my eyes, "no thanks I'll stick to someone who might spare me mercy."

     "Same rules apply." He says, but he doesn't understand that this isn't a game, it is quite literally a life and death situation, my future is at stake if I get caught–

     "I'll delete the photo and never talk to you again." Why so tempting? Is this person that important? He just wants a name too. No social information, personal information, background information, secrets? Nothing? Just a name?

     "What makes you think I can do this? I mean if you've already tried and have succeeded with nothing..." Apart of me thinks he's going to say that I am better at shadow work, but the right side of my brain–the one that works–knows better and says otherwise.

     Asano bites his tongue for a long time, seeming to depict the answer he wants to give me instead of the actual reason he thinks I'll get away with this scot-free. Then he smiles, "you'll do anything to get rid of that video," and walks away. Asshole! Prick! Sewagepipe! All the names I can think of, I internally call him, at least now I'm thinking it to his face instead of thinking it to myself.

     I'll take you down, even if I have to kiss your ass to do it.

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     "That's one less manga I have to buy, thanks Nagisa." I smile, taking away the book in his hand, he's got great taste in anime, even I didn't know this manga existed before it was an anime and I am the high royal of reading underground manga.

     "Guess I'm just a bigger nerd than you." Shiota joked.

     I feigned heartbreak and placed a hand to my heart, "that hurt, Nagisa," he began laughing," actually hurt." Then I joined him, it was a bit funny. I'll admit.

     After I decided to stop playing house with Shiota, I couldn't bring myself to just full-on ignore him, so I continued doing the things we usually did, I mean, I could always ditch him during Summer, right? For some reason, I've grown attached, but that must only mean I have feelings. It's not something to be ashamed of, I suppose. It's calming to hang out with him.

     "Later." He waves at me, I wave back.

     My journey home is easy, down the street, make a left and walk past the corner store, then cross the street of the corner store, then turn right until I hit Matsu Street, my house is the third house on the block, almost directly in the middle, as I approach guess who I find standing at my door? I shouldn't even be surprised, smirking with his arms crossed, the devil himself, Principal Asano.

     I walk up to him, "Sir?" I question.

     "Ahh L/n, Y/n."

     "What are you doing here?"

     He leans down and whispers, "business."

     That makes no sense, he acts weird as I walk up to my front door and begin to open it. "Uhm, Sir, do you want to come in?" Letting the enemy into your home? I must be one brave bitch. Keep your enemies closer, right?

     "Can I get you anything?" I ask, setting my school bag down, Principal Asano opens his mouth as if to respond, but then my father walks out and clears his throat. Principal Asano stops immediately and presses his lips together in a grin.

     "Y/n I have some things to discuss with Principal Asano," he says without breaking eye contact on Asano's dad, who scares me way more than a Principal should.

     "I was just about to get him some water," I say pointing to the kitchen, eyes wide in a dazed manner.

     "That's fine I can get it for him, just head up to your room."

     "Okay?" I collect my bag again and wave and Principal Asano, who waves back, clearly ignoring dad's burning stare.

     That wasn't weird at all, I have the urge to call Nagisa and spill the beans about how creepy Asano's dad is, but for one I'm tired and I'm pretty sure Nagisa is going to be studying for the end exams, that or he's asleep. Either way, I need to study my damn self, I'm not going to end up in A-class again if I don't study, that's probably what everyone on the main campus is thinking right now. I bet they're all studying too. No one wants to end up in E class, not in their last year and certainly not in their first.

     The thought makes me shudder and just tonight, I feel like going to sleep without studying, even if I fail I can't get into a worse class than B, I'm naturally smart. There is only so much that can stand against me. Certainly not a single test score.