The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 19

{Author's song of the chapter: The Sound by 1975}

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I tapped my finger anxiously on the table. AC was almost over and once AC ended, I'd talk to Mr. Gitti.

"You sure you don't want to walk home with me tonight? Honestly, Kars, I'm worried about you," Cassi whispered. She had been worring about me all day because of how I was acting.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Cass, I'm fine. I just really need to talk to Mr. Gitti about something, and you know how awful talking to him can be."

This time Cassi rolled her eyes.

"Kars, you know as well as I do that you two have something going on. Remember a few days ago when I was mad at you? It was because I was jealous of you two! Lesse and I talked about it all day. We were all like, 'they might as well get married right now.' 'did you see that? he practically undressed her with his eyes right here in class!'"

I looked at her with wide eyes. We hadn't talked about that fight at all, so learning the real reason behind it was definitely shocking. It took me a second to realize what she was saying, though.

Cassi? Jealous?! I looked at her beautiful curls and light brown skin. She had deep dark eyes and long, dark eyelashes. My best friend was gorgeous.

And I was the opposite. With my pale, practically white, skin and dirty blonde hair, I never thought she could be jealous of me. She could attract guys everywhere, and I always felt self conscious next to her.

A loud buzz interrupted my thoughts. Cassi was now looking at me with concern.

"I never knew that," I stated simply.

She smiled and shook her head. Her curls bounced, of course.

"You're so naive. Love you. See you tomorrow," she laughed. We both got up, and went our separate ways. She was lucky enough to go home, and I was unlucky enough to be stuck in school.

Everyone left the room pretty quickly, leaving Mr. Gitti and I alone. I looked around the room and laughed softly to myself, because Javi was walking home with no idea where I was. I wondered if he'd even notice my absence.

Mr. Gitti looked up from his gramlet. Don't ask where the name came from, I was pretty sure it was supposed to be a mix of 'hologram' and 'tablet'. He gave me a smile, yet he looked confused as to why I'd willingly talk to him.

"Okay, so, hi, Mr. Gitti. Um, could I talk to you?" I said nervously. Mentally I shook my head. If I was going to get him to take me seriously, I had to act confident. Like an adult.

He wordlessly nodded and gestured to a chair. I sat down with a plop.

"Um, okay, so here we go--" I started, but Mr. Gitti stopped me by waving his hands in the air and saying, "wait, wait, hold up". I raised an eyebrow.

"What's this about? Wait-- is the Great Kara Xiver actually talking to me? Without any sarcasm?! Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming." He held his arm out with an amused smile.

I rolled my eyes, but was secretly grateful that he was making the situation less tense and awkward.

"Look, this is serious!" I whined. He snorted, but then put on a serious face. I could still see the humored look in his eyes, though.

"Sorry, please continue," he said in a surprisingly deep voice.

I took a breath. Here goes nothing. Was that still a saying?