I can't help but overhear the other section chat about the girl who confessed to that professor, Gregory Heaton. Little did I know that that would be the news for the whole week.
I got to give a round of applause to Goth girl for being this well known without even trying so hard. Although it’s rather annoying to hear nothing but news starting with “Have you heard about that weirdo who confessed to a professor?” or “I heard there’s a witch in section 4-B who tried to capture a teacher’s heart!” or “I’ve seen that emo girl this morning, and I swear she tried to steal my pudding using black magic!”
It wasn’t exactly the same words everyday, but it meant just the same each damnable time. I actually made Goth girl famous– well, not entirely, she’s already got that weird taste of clothing, her face full of dark make up, and of course her face piercings… She clearly doesn’t need me to make people have another look at her.
".. she did what?!"
"Yes yes! She confessed to a professor...."
Another set of girls went near our spot, and started talking about Goth girl. This is the fifth time today a horde of girls stand near the baseball field, and gossip as if they’re doing it on purpose.
"My ears are fucking bleeding!" I yelled, throwing my root beer can at them, "GET LOST!"
They ran screaming away from me.
"Hey Levi, chill! You seem like an old man throwing cans to pigeons." Neil said, tapping his hand on my back.
I squeezed his hand, and threw it away from me.
"You!" I glared at him, "THIS IS YOUR DAMN FAULT! If only you'd shut your mouth, my day would've been great!"
The other four of my comrades looked at us as if they didn’t know what I was talking about.
We’re sitting at our usual table next to this huge oak tree.
"Settle down Levi." Enzo butt in after puffing his cigarette, "What's the big deal anyway? So what if you've witnessed that goth chick confess? So what if Neil told people about it? And what's it to you if she's been the headline here at Levinstein?"
Other students with vices like drinking or cigarette smoking would wait for the class hours to end before taking a drag, but not us. I even handed a teacher one when she caught me smoking just outside the library. The poor middle aged woman was pale all over, trembling as she lit the cigarette I lent her.
This meant only one thing: this university is my territory.
Sam's eyes widened, "Don't tell me you're jealous of Goth chick for getting all the attention?!"
I suddenly felt the need to smack him in the face.
"What the fuck?! Then why would I even tell a soul about what she did that made her famous? Especially to a gasbag like Neil?" I said through gritted teeth.
I dislike being suspected as much as losing. Growing up being favored the most has an advantage; I know exactly how to control people.
Although this… This kind of situation seemed uncontrollable.
"Why so concerned with Goth chick then? Wait…" Terrence suddenly plunged his butt beside me, startled me to hell, "Could it be...?"
"What?" I asked, annoyed with his face too close to mine.
"Could it possibly be because you like Goth chick?!"
I knocked him off the bench, “Don’t be ridiculous!”
"That makes sense. You're mad at professor Heaton because Goth chick chose him over you!" Ythan added, laughing.
"What! I hated that guy since he set foot in this school! I just wish he'd leave my territory soon."
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The Legend of the Goth Girl
RomanceOnce in my life I came across with a mysterious girl I met recently. She's very peculiar. She stands out. And she doesn't appear to have any interest in me. I wonder why... I wonder what's the purpose of her existence in my world... Was she the on...
