the closing light show

the poison

I really hope I did not damage any of the books that were dropped, that could cost me a whole new week's worth of clothes gone. What kind of teacher would even make a student carry so many books where they can't even see? Especially someone as tall as her. I better hit the thrifts before they take all my money!

At last, I arrived at my physical science class, late, because I took a detour to the bathroom. My foot is probably swollen, but at the moment, that might be the last of my problems. The classroom is so loud I can hear it from just outside the door. I knocked on the door once.

No response.

I knock on the door again.

No response again.

Third time's the charm, is that what they say? I knock on the door for the third time, and someone finally opens it this time. It is the teacher; she is on the shorter side and looks south Asian.

"Hello, are you a new student?" She speaks with an accent, one that you can tell she is not from here, but you are still able to understand what she is saying.

"Uh, I recently got transferred into your class."

"Ah. Okay, that is fine, come right on in, you can sit anywhere for today, we don't have assigned seats yet, you do however have assignments due from the past few days." She said while handing me the assignments in this plastic bin. Shortly after, she hands me three worksheets.

Are you serious? Why do I have to do assignments that I wasn't even here for?

"Oh, okay, thank you." I said as I headed in, while she held the door for me and closed it behind me. I look around the room, scanning for someone I might recognize. Futile effort, I do not even have my glasses on, so I am blind as a bat. Seems like everyone already has their own friend groups.

Not recognizing anyone, I go towards the back of the table near the corner of the room. When I sit down and settle my bag, this guy sitting across from me looks super familiar. I

"What's shaking' bacon?"

Oh no. I recognize that traumatizing voice from anywhere. Please for the love of God, don't tell me that is who I think it is.

"Oi, oi, oi, baka!" He said as he did this obnoxious hand and face gesture that he probably learned from TikTok. It's my old acquaintance I knew since middle school, we got along because we both liked gaming and anime. Though we like different genres of gaming, we still always got along somewhat.

"Are we too cool to say hello now?" He followed up as he continued talking to himself, I don't even want to know what he's saying anymore.

"Alright bro, I'm moving."

"No!" He slightly raises his voice, not loud enough to startle the class, but enough to attract attention from nearby tables. "Stop, I was just joking, pookie bear." He followed up and put his hand out, signaling me to stop, even though he was snickering.

I took a deep sigh and said. "Can you please stop, this is harassment."

He doesn't even care if I move, this idiot's laughing while telling me not to move. Almost like he does this on purpose to get a reaction out of me. Why did it have to be him of all people! I'll admit though, this would be kind of funny if I wasn't on the receiving end.

"So, why did you get put in here?"

"I don't have enough science credits for graduation."

"Ah."

"Can you help me with this assignment?"

"If you say pretty pwease." He said as he did this kawaii anime girl face expression and clicking both of his finger tips. 👉👈

I'm not responding to that; I feel like projectile vomiting all over him. Then the conversation comes to an awkward stalemate. He breaks the silence, "Where's your glasses?"

"Wearing my glasses makes me lose aura."

He blankly stares at me, and I stare back at him. Seconds pass by of our contact tussle and we both laugh. Then, the teacher interrupted our laughs and announced. "May I have your attention, class?"

Everyone continues on with their conversations, nobody turns to the teacher.

"Are they always like this?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it."

Jeez, have some respect for someone trying to teach you. I honestly feel so bad for her because these are the same people who blame the teacher when talking to their counselors. Even though, they don't pay attention to the teacher in class and in reality, they're the true problems.

As I'm about to turn my head to the teacher, I notice someone full on staring at me. Not a glance or a gaze, a full-on stare and it's from the girl who I walked into earlier.  This completely rids me of my ability to listen to the teacher.

She's sitting alone, is she mad because I didn't sit with her? She could burn a gaping hole through my head. I look in her direction, just to see if she would drop her gaze, but she doesn't and now we are having a staring contest.

I'm so confused, why the hell is she staring at me? If it's about the books, it was just an accident and that I accidentally walked into her, it's not like I tore the books apart cover by cover like an asshole or something. Besides, she's a freaking giant, if anything, I should be the one mad, she could literally pick me up and fling me around like a baby playing with toys.

I looked away and turned to the teacher, in hopes that the girl would finally give up. I turn back to see if she's still looking at me. She isn't, but when she catches me glancing at her, she starts staring at me again without any intention of looking away. What the hell is wrong with her!

I look away again, hoping that she turns away. She turns away, but when I lose my focus on the teacher and turn to my table, she starts staring at me again. This is killing me, right when the bell rings, I'm going to dash out.

"Hey, I think that girl recognized your sigma aura." He nudges me, torturing me on purpose.

Oh my god, there is too many events occurring at once.

"Oh yeah, your beta aura is being overwhelmed right now." I responded while rolling my eyes.

"Wait no, this is serious, that psycho woman has been staring at me the whole class!" I quickly followed up with while speaking panicky.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, yeah, that's karma for playing ROBLOX instead of League with me."

"Bro, nobody wants to play that dookie game."

"Translation, I got destroyed and manhandled." He responded while doing air quotes with his fingers.

I never liked League, the games last for years and the controls suck, I can't stand movement controls using mouse buttons.

I turn back and she's still staring at me without any intent on stopping.

She looks like a predator preying on their food. That freaking thug is up to no good. (NO RACIAL) If I don't leave the classroom before her, I'll be in big trouble. I check the time on my phone, sneaking it by my thigh, out of my teacher's view. There's 2 more minutes of class, I quickly pack my bags and belongings.

"Why are you in such a hurry, that beauty probably just wants to talk to you, go spit some game."

"Oh yeah, let me talk to the person who's been death staring at me the entire class, that I had also bumped into and making her drop her books." I responded sarcastically, mocking him.

The bell rings.

"That's it for today, we'll continue where we left off tomorrow." The teacher said while waving some worksheets around in the air.

I quickly speed walk out of the classroom, to head to my next class. However, as I get out the classroom, I feel a hand death gripping my shoulder, like stone boulders weighing me down— completely immobilizing me like a helpless prey. Though, she did smell good. :3