I'M A MESS

Chapter Three

Isaac's POV

I'm so messed up right now I don't even know if the thing I'm holding is a pen or a knife.

It's only been last night when that little jerk , namely Aaron (ugh), made me do two things that were a great insult to my masculinity. First, he embraced me as if I were a girl, and second, he made me create such a weird noise when his nose brushed on my ear.

I'm sensitive there...!!

I covered my ears at the off-putting memory of his skin against mine.

It's already four in the morning and I still haven't gotten a single wink of rest. Probably due to the completely offensive thing that bastard did. I clenched my fist, "I'm so gonna crush him so badly he'll beg for redemption".

Frankly, the reason why I ran in the first place is because I'd hate it if the other students in the academy looked down on me just because of my status in life. Before I entered the academy, I was already full aware of the social caste system the students made themselves. It was simple: the rich on top and the poor at the bottom. This is probably the reason why students there who are dependent on scholarships don't last long before they either transfer willingly or just drop out.

But I don't want to be like them. It may be loathsome, but hiding my real status might just let me have the school life I wanted. I'll keep on getting the highest rank and tin the end, show them what a person like me, who is a mere low-class person, can topple those selfish, arrogant, wealthy morons.

That's right. I'm gonna make them kneel.

The only dilemma right now is that jerk. Aaron.

Ugh. His very name sends a sickening chill down my spine.

He's definitely dead to me.

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As early as five-thirty in the morning, I was already sitting on my classroom seat which was two seats away from the windows. I stood up, looked out the windows and overlooked the entirety of the academy's entryway - from the distant gate up till the cobblestone road that encircled an enormous fountain with a statue of Saint Michael the Archangel whose mighty sword pointed at the sky. The very image shows a fact of the world - not just because you're good in a moral sense that you win. It's because you're strong. The demon that is trampled beneath the archangel's feet are the weak.

If so, then I would be a devil, wouldn't I? I grinned to myself. I can't believe this.I clenched my fists, and thought: I won't let that happen. I looked at the ceiling and let out a deep breath. Things will eventually turn better. Surely.

Surely.

The tall wooden doors of the classroom slowly creaked open. I glanced to who pushed it opened and flinched.

I gritted my teeth. Aaron. As soon as he noticed me, he stopped in his tracks and blinked once. Twice. And looked away without a single word. He proceeded to his seat which was second to the front of the row next to me. Remembering the fact that he knew my secret, I briskly walked to him. I stopped directly in front of his desk.

"Godfrey", I called him. He looked up at me with a piercing gaze oozing from his grey eyes. I swallowed my pride just this one time and continued, "Please keep my secret hidden from all others. I ask of you". I bowed my head.

"A bow?", he scoffs, making me raise me head up. "No fun. Most people would do something different just to keep my mouth shut", he smirked with an unmistakably playful, dark look in his eyes.