"He's the new transfer student, right?"
"How can vulgar piercings be allowed here in our school?"
"Did you see that? His whole back was stamped with a King of Spades card tattoo.."
"He's not wearing the uniform properly while we can't wear short skirts?!"
"Hey! They said the new guy entered the school gate with a red hair!"
"Dude.. The teachers never pay any attention to him even if he's passing his basketball around during classes.."
He's been the center of attraction earning a crowd since he transferred to our school.. attention that I'll never get comfortable with and enough reason for me to stay away from him.. But just like a curse tampered in my life, one day, I found the transferred student right in front of my face with his burning glare.
"You're ignoring me!"
I don't really eat lunch, but even my sandwich is now spoiled just by his mere presence.
"I'm not ignoring you. But we don't also have a reason to talk.. You don't have a reason to be here.. So just let me be alone."
"Heeehhh.. You want to be alone even though in the first place, no one really wants to be with you."
The dick is right annoying the heck of me and I'm in no way planning to deal with him today..
"Fine. I'll be the one leaving."
Rooftop is my only means of escape in the campus.. But I guess even my only way to breathe and survive each day here in school will now soon to vanish..
"Wait!"
He grabbed my wrist and wrapped me by his arms.. for some reason, he's everywhere I go.. he's always right in front of my classroom.. right in front of the gate the moment I arrive at school.. and even the moment I left the bathroom, he'll be there as if waiting for someone. He's everywhere but this is the first time he confronted me for who knows why and I don't want to ask.
"What are you doing?"
"You need to answer why you're ignoring me. I'm not even asking you to leave. I want you here."
What is he? What kind of brain does he has exactly? With his empty stare.. no one will know exactly what's going on inside his head.
I pushed him and tore myself away from his hold but he still grabbbed my back.
"Did you really forget about me?"
His hug tightened squeezing my body to his..
"I don't know you. And if I do, I don't want to rememb--AH!"
He scooted to my neck..
"FUCK YOU! What are--AWHH!"
I JUST WANT HIM TO LEAVE ME ALONE!
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Redemption of the King
FanfictionWhat makes twisted, wrong? What makes violence, wrong? What makes pain, wrong? And what makes love, right?