Student Book 3 || Weirdie Stars

Prologue

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There was that one time when Professor Kenneth paired me with two male classmates for a project on human anatomy. We were supposed to draw a skeleton on a huge paper, and present it in front of the class with all the parts, joints, the functions memorized. Before the deadline, we decided to do the project on the day when we all have club activities, doing it in the library afterwards.

One of the boys, with average height, attractive face and kind personality, has already charmed most of the girls at school, juniors and seniors. The other one is the opposite: mysterious, quiet, like a statue. I've never properly talked to him, so I was quite nervous.

They were Risqhi and Darren.

That day, after club activities, there was none in the library but us and Sir Carrick. Some of the lamps near the window were turned off, letting the sun shine lightening the room instead. Sir Carrick had stopped playing nature sounds for a better peaceful atmosphere, but it's not like it mattered much.

"[Y/N], you can draw, can't you? You're in the Art Club," Risqhi asked once we started. I hummed as a yes and prepared my art supplies and the paper we bought from the school store.

But I literally had no idea nor I ever drawn a skeleton before.

"As expected, she needs help," Darren commented, the first time I heard his voice clearly. It was deep and monotone, not describing any feelings in it. He then left the table to look for a book containing the real picture of a human skeleton. Once getting the book and showed it to me, I drew it with struggles and hard work.

Risqhi, the class genius, was memorizing what were supposed to be memorized. Like a robot, he memorized things just exactly what the book says, and they weren't wrong. Risqhi will be the one presenting it.

What about Darren? I'm not sure, but he was the one who bought the paper and the one who scheduled us to meet up here.

A moment later, Sir Carrick was patrolling around the library, tidying up books scattered everywhere and put them in the sections they belong, and also putting books placed in wrong sections back to their place. It wasn't unusual to him if he finds missing objects of the student, he leaves them on a table.

It was quiet, nobody said a word except for Risqhi muttering words that he memorized.

Darren got up again, and at a speed of light I found myself being thrown to the floor that my back hit the hard material strongly that it hurts. My hear, also hitting the wall, felt like it could crack up at any time. I grunted at the sudden pain.

"O-ow...!" Losing my focus after being knocked out, I regained my clear vision. I saw Risqhi hurrying to check me out. With a worried face, he helped me sit up and told me to stay away, and then tried to make Darren pay for the unreasonable violence he did. Risqhi went all out with his wushu, Darren defending himself with karate. The two almost matched in strength that I couldn't decide who will win.

I could see from quite a distance Sir Carrick rushing to the action behind Darren, and Risqhi could see it too that he, on purpose, maintained that position of his left ankle grabbed strongly by the other by his right hand, right beside his face as Risqhi attempted to kick his face. Sir Carrick quickly jumped and positioned his leg to kick Darren's back without the target knowing. So he did, and Risqhi escaped the scene, running towards me who was incredibly shocked.

"Alright, kid, you have a lot of explaining to do," the librarian, sitting on top of Darren now, pushing the bastard's head forcefully to the floor so that he doesn't fight back, smirked at his success. He then looked back, to one of the bookshelves. "Is this enough, Ken?"