Merely Existing

Chapter 6: Party of Suprises

Blacky's POV

School has been passing by boringly as ever, well unless you count fail attempts of harassment by stupid girls. It's not really hard to see intentions, that are so transparent just like the simple-minded beings they are. Since they feel inferior to me they try to satisfy their ego through humiliating me. Spite and jealousy. And fear. That particular emotion is for me to blame because during a certain incident I got impatient and let my eyes show them a another world, one their innocent lives never went through. Not that it matters since the after effects of the shock wore off so they're convincing themselves it was an illusion. And went straight back to their new daily routine of cheap tricks.

Probably another cliche that goes like 'you're mere existence is an eyesore' or something. See? They're way of thinking is just so easy to read. Perhaps many won't agree with that since I consider majority of the world's population to be transparent and simple-minded. Point is, these girls' bad behaviour is just about bad as a lovely kitten wrapped in pink ribbons, compared to real evil doers who plot behind a veil of deception and stabs you in the back before you even realise it. I should know since I'm the one whose always playing with them.

A basic skill to see through people's nature, one that I don't even need to train for since I see it just too damn clearly. I don't even have any interest in these people so why do I have to understand them so well? Just watching them, not involving myself even if I have the ability to change the course of events, I just watch them.....

The girl who's going to receive a confession, a guy who's going to trip over in thirty seconds, a woman who's searching for her business card that fell, a friend that is going to betrayed, a coward trying to get away....just watching, as if it's on a big screen and I'm just a spectator who has no comments. Yet no feelings of loneliness or urge for involvement came froth.

Such a pathetic existence.

Anyway, changing the ridiculous subject, I've decided to bring books of my own to school instead of boring myself to tears. At least, I'm making use of the time to learn new things, like a few different languages or knowledge of different professions. See, right now I can be qualified as a pilot, a police, a doctor, a lawyer, an engineer, a businesswoman, a chef, even an idol, you name it. I don't even lack the experience (being an assassin is not that easy you know). So in a way, having so much free time isn't so bad. Though I still can't shake off the feeling of slacking off, as if my life is missing what defines my existence. Hard to explain, and I'm sure it's hard to understand even if I did.

All this while when I'm quietly studying, or when I'm ranting off a monologue in my head, that gaze never wavered. Cassandra Jeffreye. From the very first time we met till now, the progress she made is from a curious stare to an admiring stare to an idolising stare. I don't even want to know what's beyond that. She follows me around as if I was the light and she's the shadow.

Truth is, she's not a lost puppy as everyone believes. She just has an amazingly determined and persistent nature. I can sense her desire to converse with me, but either she very scared or I really am unapproachable....ok, so me ignoring her isn't helping her situation either. What can I say, I'm a tolerating person.You know, feeling her burning gaze, you can't help but wonder why. Certainly there's nothing so important to talk about that you'd follow someone around like a stalker, right? Talking about stalking, is it even normal for a girl to stalk a girl? This had certainly entered the realm of creepiness. Though I'm in no position to talk about normal or creepy.....but since I'm part of this society now, I might as well act like it.

I flipped the book right to the last page, what people would call scanning through but in reality I've read it properly and memorised it to the tiniest detail. I turned to see the geography teacher still going on about her personal experiences in foreign countries. To a point where I question which part of it is actually teaching. Either way, times like this I can actually feel like death closing in, and life ticking away from like the clock.