Hellish Love

CHAPTER 3 : [2]

"My fellow officers and I are aspiring in making this school year memorable! Thank you!"

I will make it memorable alright.

I can only watch in boredom as she smiles like a valedictorian, returning the microphone to a teacher and stepping down the stage. Her five or maybe ten-minute speech unexpectedly did not put me to sleep. I must admit, she is a good figure for a leader. What am I thinking? Being a stealer is not eligible or ethical for an ordinary officer, more or less a president of the student council. I cannot decipher why students actually voted for her.

Her beauty? Her attitude? Her brain? She is filthy famous in the campus after all. Effortlessly, she has that capability to get anyone's attention. Bitterness thickened the small smile I gave to no one. No one is looking at me anyway. All at her. It is just for this time, I believe. I will have my time too, and I decide when that would be.

Popularity is pure trash nowadays. But, who am I to question? I benefit from it because of the reputation I built. Because of it, I manage to go to school. People waiting for my arrival at this setting. Left and right, there are continuous looks with half of it smiling. I am not standing on the stage that this community would actually squeal because of my simple and common appearance nor do I dream of experiencing it. Maybe I do, however, with all my need of attention, I would not risk my ears and they might step on my shoes.

These pairs of shoes are not just some thing. They cost more than your electricity and water bills, combined. It is definitely not made for at least a step or stain, like what the irritating male species do whenever they meet their friend after some days of absence. I will not even let Joy touch my shoes, with her filthy hands. I am pretty protective of my belongings. It is obvious enough to state.

My sight catches her hugging her friends and.. her; I quickly looked away from their small celebration, heavily sighing as if it can blow the rocks away. The others began standing up, hence I imitated them. Announcing the dismissal, I found my way to the garden of the school while the monkeys flood or push their way through the exit with teachers scolding the violent ones or all their mad asses in short, yelling with all their might to get their pupils in line.

The tsunami of students is so bad that no one except for one janitor outside saw me going on my own way. I have my bag at any point, all of us have, thus there is no reason to return to which classroom. I cannot understand teachers sometimes. No, most of the time. I facepalmed, remembering that those pupils are actually from the Highschool Department. Children these days.

Checking my phone, I typed a few death threats and clicked the arrow button to send. I shoved it back in my pocket as I continued to walk alone. Somehow behind me, I hear a very familiar voice which almost had me fully turning around if not for remembering what happened. I am not aware if they knew I am walking in front of them, but it is best if they do not. Hopefully. Because I still will not reach to the stage of buying vitamins. Up to this point of craziness, that level is still miles away.

I am not yet that psychotic. Yet. Maybe I do need help, but she needs that more. Maybe it is just me. I wonder how others can put up with her. Furthermore, how can I deal with her.

"Did you see how he looked at me? I knew it. Park Jinyoung likes me."

"Park Jinyoung? Last time I checked, it was Hwang Hyunjin from the Senior Highschool Department?"

"He is too young for me. Plus, I remember hearing that he went to school wearing clothes that seemed to be from the thrift store last school year. I almost thought he was a beggar!"

"Do not be surprised that there was also holes in them."

"I know right? But I wonder when will Park Jinyoung ask me out."