Can't We Just Leave The Monster Alive?

Chapter 17: She Says, He Says. (1)

THIRD PERSON NARRATIVE.

It was your neutral high school day with the opposite duo running around the hallways, particularly running from someone, that is. Paseton, the poor baby who was involved, was running for his life as well as Cale who was just looking through the physics room, for research purposes.

Cale had accidentally touched one of the concoctions and it fell on top of Neo Tolz, you know how it went.

The guy turned to a cockroach with wings and it freaked out everyone in the room as well as Paseton, who is being quite unfortunate these days, messed up a beaker and it exploded just in front of the teacher's face.

Now here they were.

Running away from an angry 37 years old science teacher called Cale Barrow.

"CALE ALEXANDER HENITUSE AND PASETON LIAM WHAIL!"

Mr. Barrow shouts, catching different students from different years all caught up in shock and in a haze. The students watch as the two odd duo run away from an angry teacher who was known to be irascible and had this weird imagination of things as well as his alien god complexion.

"...what the fuck??"

"What was that?"

"Huh,,?"

"Oh shit, not mister whitney."

"It's white star, dummy.."

"I heard they exploded Sir Barrow's face and that Henituse guy turned Tolz to a cockroach."

"Fr?? Holy shit--"

"Eww!"

"That- is completely normal."

"It isn't, you are just fucked up."

"True."

"If the Cold Prince, Kim Rok Soo heard about that-! He will be having a field day!"

Yeah, let's just hope they aren't in detention and maybe get these other guys in therapy. Speaking of therapy, you should also get some too. Tsk, getting comfort from fictional characters, that says a lot for yer life, huh?

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The narrator lied.

Cale and Paseton are in detention, hearing lectures from the Counsellor as they scribbled their names a hundred times on a whole sheet of paper. The two gave each other an eye with a lot of different emotions.

My hands are pregnant.

I think mine is too, it's about to combust a lot of blood.

Mood.

"Sigh-"  Cale rolls his eyes at the way how the Counsellor dramatically sough like he was on the verge of death and no one was taking the consideration to give him an ambulance.

"Alright... since two hours had passed, I'll be letting you off now-" and just like that, Cale grabbed Paseton's hand, who was grabbing their bags, and zoomed out of the room leaving a befuddled man with his glasses almost dropping.

"THANK YOU FOR THE TIME WASTING, MISTER VIRGIN! TRY GETTING LAID WITH MISS HEATHER!"

The Counsellor gasps as the words struck the man in the heart, very offended.

Cale wheezes uncontrollably as a laugh comes out from his throat, Paseton didn't know whether to laugh or cry about Cale's nonexistent lungs at this point.

"Oh-oh GOD- I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M MENTIONING THAT FU-- NAME hsjdjAHAHHA" He toppled over the lockers as he continues his words, "Oh fuck, did y-you see that,, Paseton?? WOHOO, you don't get any SHIT like RESPECT from me, fuckers."

The loud proclamation made the remaining students that were around give him odd looks but proceeded to do their business anyway. Paseton chuckles, his voice was low - he was a bit scared if his sister was around and she'd see the chaos that had commenced.

"I know, but holy- Cale, breathe!" The blue-headed male covers his mouth to stifle the bubbling laugh that was starting to come out from his throat.

Heaving out a heavy sigh, Cale moves himself away from the locker and drop his face on his palm. "Ahhh, I haven't done some shit like that in a whole six months. Good to be back to being a bad child."

Paseton sweatdrops, yeah, he could agree with the child part, the insults were childish but it was funny nonetheless and Miss Heather is an old woman and one of the librarians.

He shook his head, it was quite unbelievable to be doing this as he was used to doing nothing. Going to school, then go home but now, it was packed with random bullshits Cale has up on his sleeves and most of them could be considered illegal.

This guy wasn't a trash, he was more of like the school's bastard of a prankster. He put goddamn cooking oils in the teacher's coffees, put coal dust on the board erasers, gave the school's cafeteria food poison ivy for some reason and so on, a teacher's nightmares can be.

And somehow, the teachers had not still find the identity of the culprit. A pity, really.

"We should go to the club, Rok Soo must be waiting on us." Paseton says, pulling out the bass from his punk-decorated locker.

Cale snorts and swung his bag over his shoulder, "More like sleeping."

"Typically."

The two opposite grin at each other, filled with playfulness and humour. Cale started a head start as Paseton follows after him.

Rok Soo sneezes, feeling a bit uncomfortable as he narrows his eyes. "Was Cale talking shit about me?"

The person in front of him chuckles wholeheartedly, "It's still quite a surprise for me to hear about this."

"Well-, it's not every day you'd expect a bastard to sincerely talk with you." Rok Soo snorts as he recalls the first time he met that bastard.

The older teen's lips tugged upward, their smile filled with anonymity yet a noticeable look of astonishment: "I'll be the judge of that when we meet them."

Rok Soo waves his hands dismissively, "They're nice, most of the time. All you gotta do is entertain the redhead and make him feel amused. That's all it takes to be a member."

"I see, they do seem like good and lovely-ah, I meant lively companions."

"Mostly filled with headaches but what can I do about it?"

The teen laughs loudly, loosely - the stiff shoulders of theirs began to relax. This better be the right band to join in, it would be quite an experience, no?

author's note. — °•*⁀➷
oohh~~ another person has
come to play, or is it just one?
have a clue on who they are?