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Chapter 5: April

*NOTE: This chapter was written on my phone therefore it is possible it may be sloppier than usual.*

As March turned he back on me he shouted, "The Occult Club will be closed for the rest of the game!" I replied with a bitter "I know that..."

Slowly my blood started to boil up to my face, blushing for some unknown reason. Crap, why do I have to be like this? I don't want to like that person, so why do you have to be such a pain brain!

(In case anyone is like, "brain?" The brain controls the body, making the blood flow go in certain directions when needed. Yes there is a part of the brain that partakes within emotions but overall, your brain knows you better than you do, which is kind of weird...)

Ugh... At this point I'm just being stupid. There is no way I like that person, I'm just embarrassed because I didn't know that. Yea, that's right. Stop being stupid!

I banged on my head a few times to fix the loose screws. Jeeze, I'm dumb.

After lunch was concluded everyone was still talking. Blah, blah, blah, March, blah, blah, blah, April, blah blah, blah, loser, blah, blah, blah, party. What next? Is Hatsune Miku gonna bust through the doors?

I walked into my classroom only to find few people within the space. The classrooms weren't much in fact, the teachers say they are inspired or something to be like collage classrooms. Rows, and rows, of desks.

I placed my computer and other belongings onto the wooden surface and for the millionth time this year looked at all of the notes carved into the wood. "Lifeless!" Said one "Shouldn't you be dead?" Screamed another.

Absolute cruelty.

I flopped down into the worn blue chair as it screech with surprise, and looked out the window to see rain. The rain reminded me of myself sometimes. I fall, so effortlessly onto the floor and disappear without a second thought. Lower and lower, there was no clue to where I would finally end, and when I reach my limit, I would evaporate into this air, ready to fall to my knees once more.

Whispers circulated around me as I put my computer bag on the side of my desk. I took out my phone to look at the time. 12:39, bearable.

I detached my eyes from my phone to look at the people within the room and see if I have to deal with anyone. But instead of looking at the people within the classroom, my face twisted into a scowl when I saw March pass by the classroom.

Last I checked, (more like heard) he never attends his classes unless it's testing week. "Look! March is actually attending class!" A boy commented, "I don't know what March has and we don't." He continued. A girl chimed in, "He has looks that could kill, he's tall, and despite being on the computer all the time he's supposed to be pretty strong!"

"So you're attracted to his looks? That's so shallow!" Another guy said. "N-no!" The same girl stuttered, "Unlike you guys he can juggle personas, therefore being every girls type! He can handle the boy next door, and be a rebel simultaneously."

It seemed almost impossible but I got the stereotype thing. He skips classes to do what he feels is interesting, but then he obediently does the tests, gets good grades on them, and acts like a gentleman to any girl within the school, well, with the exception of me. He studies on his own, is an honor student (only for his grades), and he studies what he finds more interested. And therefore, "being every girls type", a douche.