Loving my feral one

ch_3: Tanaka: "some foul lovers"

After meticulously rendering the page of my notebook black my wrist has begun to hurt. Fantastic! Dropping my pencil I crack my knuckles and wincing try to move my wrist. That weirdo…who does he think he is taking out my earpiece and saying cringe stuff? I hope they get into trouble for skipping the class. Ahead on the board, Rois is delivering his presentation. Assuredly he steps here and there using full-hand gestures stating his points. And he… Can he ever leave them alone? They are grown-ups! I find it extremely vexing when they come back to class because of him! I drop the thought for I feel like if I climbed this train of notion I would end up abominating him too.

Rois has black close-cropped hair and noteworthy light brown eyes and I think he does hit the gym regularly. He’s tall, robust, composed, and well-mannered just as men should be...the duo should honestly learn a thing or two from him.
Taking my eyes off him I peek behind me. The English teacher is slouching in the seat that she made Rois drag for her. I can feel some classmates turning their heads ever so slightly to peek at her. Their expressions changed into scowls. She slides her index finger on the phone’s screen and her thin eyebrows drop further as she bites her lip to keep from chuckling out loud. Pausing her scrolling momentarily she picks out a huge tortilla chip and floods it with some mysterious orangish brown stuff. My nose wrinkles. I blink and the front cover of my notebook that she took days ago and never returned pops up behind my eyelids.

The whole class is reeking with the overpowering aroma of creamy peanut butter mixed with the stale classroom air. Shaking my head negligibly I open the window. Great. Now it will get more hot. Making fists I drop back in my seat. Why won’t any of these people ever complain?
The chair from behind me creaks a little and from the corner of my eye, I see her shifting her heavy body on her feet. The class gave a big applause as Rois put the marker on the dice. Calmly he comes back and sits on the seat next to mine. In the front, the teacher is assigning the next topic.

“That was superb” Shuffling my feet I remark and subtly slide my English textbook over the notebook I was doodling in while he presented.
For a brief moment, he’s eyes bounced to the desk and then he looked at me, his patchy thin lips curling up at the ends. “glad you liked it”
My hand reaches my face and I begin rubbing my eyes while slouching back in my seat. Glancing at him again, I notice his eyes twinkling.
“So? When should I treat you to food?” he asks putting his things back in the bag. I cease rubbing my eyes and blink at him. I blink again. Huh? But he never acted like that…What should I say? I-Is he asking me out? Crossing my arms I take a shaky breath. I never thought of him like that…
“huh?” with my feet tapping I answer dumbfounded.
“What Huh? You told me to treat you to food after you prepare the presentation for me” Smiling he throws his head back “Already forgot?”
“Yeah. like I would ever say that” I respond boring my eyes into his I add “It’s time you learn to accept favors without offering anything back, Rois”
"Come on, Tanaka. It must have taken you ages," he insists, dropping his eyebrows. I shake my head, my lips pressed into a firm line.
"After all, you spent so much time working on it," he adds, slouching his shoulders.
Defeated, I mutter, "Then count in Eva too,” and drop my chin, sighing.
"Of course," he gives me a thumbs up, his eyes twinkling again. Humming, he looks at the teacher leaving the class.
"Whose class is it next?"
"Physics," he replies.
"He gave an assignment…" my voice trails off. Trying to recreate the scene in my head when I left home this morning I ended up slamming my wrists on the table aloud "I forgot it at home," Oh man! I was too loud. Others have stopped all their activities and are peeking at us. Squeezing into my seat, I feel like a tiny ball and moan, "I stayed up all night preparing it."

He simply stares at me, and a bead of sweat slides down his forehead... "Now?" he inquires, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to figure out how should be of any aid to me.
"I'm out of here. I can't stand at the back the whole lecture," I reply, getting up hurriedly and grabbing my stuff. The teacher could be here at any moment. Rois gawks at me with an open mouth. Clutching my stuff tightly, I glance around. Everyone else is busy in their world. Swiftly, I reach the door and leave. Thank heavens Eva is on leave today or else it wouldn’t have been possible for me.

Students are rushing out of the classrooms as soon as the teachers leave. Some kids are sulking as they walk back in after capturing a sight of their teacher heading their way and those who have dangled their heads out of the windows curse aloud as I rush to climb the stairs.
Some music runs in my ears as I doodle in my diary with my knees tightly held together, trying to maintain a delicate balance on the slippery commode. The beat drops low and I hear some light commotion outside of my stall. Putting the music to a temporary halt, leaning, I spot from under the door gap not one but two feet outside. Two people. Their back towards the door. I have never spotted a single soul lurking in these bathrooms before... Sliding the earpods in my skirt’s pocket I notice a foot tapping in a nervous beat.
One of the trespassers whines but rather calmly, "Why you man!"

Trespasser number two rebuked in a distressed voice"You’re not helping!" The foot which has been tapping anxiously stops and the feet turn towards the other person, now ready to bicker face to face.
The first one prioritizes argument over finding the solution and replies "Seriously, why do you have a sensitive stomach that’s-"
"Girly, yeah, I know. Now shut it! " the anxious one snarled. Irritated to the core he might as well start crying.
"I bet someone saw us coming here," his friend groaned. At this point on the anxious one’s behalf, I wanna hit his friend in the jaw! And the anxious one too for he did not hit his friend yet.
"SHUT UP!" an anxious one shouted tapping his foot infuriated and rushed towards my door. The handle on my door rattled violently and so did my heart. Silently collecting my knees again I compose myself again on the slippery throne.

"it-It won’t open!" the poor soul wailed.
"Told you. Should have gone to ours," his friend responded nonchalantly as the other one continued to rattle the door utterly desperate. With the urge to hit his friend, I get on my feet to unlock the door.
"They are always crowded!" the anxious one blasted in a weak voice.
"Let’s just go and check them instead” his friend suggested and the other one flashed before the sentence could be finished.
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It took me a long minute to comprehend what just happened. I ended up having fits of laughter. W-wait..these are girls’ washrooms!
Those bastards! I-I should have seen their faces at least…darn it!
Frowning, I contemplate shoving earphones up my nose because the scent of cigarettes is lingering far stronger now.  Biting my lip I twirl my pen between my fingers as I drop back on the commode and unintendedly discover the intensity of my ignorance. the graffiti-covered wall on the left of my throne to which I had never paid attention. words written in classic handwriting. All cherry red.
"Some foul lovers," I begin reading the dreadful phrases that could be the end of me. "Come to me my vanilla ice cream... my honey bun, I'm looking for you." I relax my eyebrows and gulp all the saliva. These phrases are harder to digest than the compliments given by Eva. "Cinnamon bunny will come to me—what in the world is going on here??” covering my mouth I inch a little bit closer and slide my finger on the giant ‘C’ of cinnamon. My fingertip leaves behind a smudge of cherry red on the pale-coloured wall. My cheeks pull up squinting the lower lids. Blood? Black magic? Staggering away I cover up my mouth as the morning pancake jolts back up to my throat. The sweet scent of some oil lands on my nose and I smack my forehead.
“A lip matte!” scratching my neck I chuckle “Little sickos”