The puzzle was finally done, and I could breathe again, even though it took a lot of pleading to get Umu to help me. He stayed behind in the classroom, still admiring the completed LeBron James puzzle. As for me, I headed to the school entrance to get my bike. It was nearly 7 PM, and hunger was starting to gnaw at me. I briefly considered cooking for myself, but then I remembered—my cooking skills are barely better than Amari's, which isn't saying much.
I walked with my bike, pulling out my phone to scroll through my contacts. There had to be someone who could save me from a night of culinary disaster. Then I spotted a name I hadn't seen in a while. I hesitated, but hunger pushed me to call.
"Hello, Anne," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed about what I was about to ask.
"Kyo? What's up?" Anne's voice sounded confused.
Living alone and with the evening slipping away, I knew I wouldn't be able to whip up anything edible. I just needed someone to help me out.
"Can you cook something for me?" I blurted out.
"Boy, do you think I'm your wife or something?" Anne's annoyance was palpable.
"I'm starving, and you know I can't cook."
Even though it was a silly request, I hoped she understood. She knew about my tragic attempts at cooking, especially after that time I nearly set the school's kitchen on fire trying to make ramen last year.
"Fine..." Anne sighed heavily.
If she had refused, I probably would've shown up at her place anyway, so I was relieved she agreed.
"Come over in 20 minutes. I'll be waiting," I said, grateful.
With the promise of food on the way, I headed home, but something felt off. The closer I got to my place, the stronger the feeling grew. As I approached the door, I heard voices inside.
I opened the door to a scene of chaos. Angel and Mr. WhiteEye were drinking together, Vicellon was deep in conversation with Josh, and Amari, Izakaro, and Lan were playing Uno. What the hell was going on? Izakaro is usually calm and composed, but he can lose it at times. Lan, on the other hand, is just plain crazy, all the time. It had been a while since I last saw them.
"Welcome home, Kyopon!" Mr. WhiteEye called out, clearly drunk.
I was too hungry to process what was happening. Before I could even drop my bag, Angel started breakdancing. I ignored the drunken antics and found a spot to sit.
"What is going on..." I muttered.
I wandered over to check on the Uno game. It looked like Lan was winning.
"Hello, Kyopo—" Izakaro started, but Amari cut him off.
"HERE YOU GO, PLUS FOUR ON YOUR FACE, DUMBASS!" Amari yelled, gleefully throwing four cards at Izakaro's face. Not that it made much difference—he already had over 26 cards in his hand.
Izakaro stood up, fed up, and launched the entire deck at Amari's face.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" he shouted, clearly annoyed.
They were having a blast, but I still didn't know why everyone had suddenly decided to crash at my place. Sure, people often hung out here since they knew I lived alone, but I never organized parties.
As Amari and Izakaro continued their card war, Lan filmed the whole thing. I decided to talk to them later when I wasn't at risk of getting dragged into the chaos.
I escaped to the other side of the room, where Mr. WhiteEye was rambling about something to Angel, both of them equally plastered. I decided to confront our teacher—I had no clue what he was doing in my room.
YOU ARE READING
My Class
Short StoryKyopon, a high schooler, can see the future through his dreams. He had a dream where everyone died in 3 months. So he decided to help his classmates achieve their dream before that moment.
