Zero-hours Contract Agency : Heart Escapade Project

Chapter 4 : Expect the Unexpected

I entered the campus like my usual bored  face. I was very exhausted of what was happening in this world. I adjusted my eyesight from the darkness to brightness. There was a lot of strange, flying papers travelling from one side to another due to the wind. I just ignored them. Sure enough, who cares about flying papers?

"Ah shit!" suddenly a piece of paper flew towards to me, a direct hit to my face. I stepped backwards and tried to retreat. My skirt was also flying! I turned to corners when I bumped something. I just ignored it because on that moment, I was very thankful and grateful that the wind stopped.

I removed the sheet of fucking paper on my tampered face.

I was about to tear and crample the paper when I saw the content. Fuck, is this for real? Who can guess this craziness?! I seriously, didn't mean this way but—,

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I yelled to make myself better, even a bit. I knew this corner was not that used for morning's. So, I guess it was alri—,

"Simpleton." said someone.

I turned back briskly in distress of anxiety. Again, I bumped to something. I raised my head and I saw a guy, a red-haired guy.

We almost stared for eternity.

I moved to back-off and turned away. I fixed my glasses right away, even wiped it again and weared it again. I simply ignored his appearance and presence. Who even cares? He was just a nobody and right now I was too busy to entertain fishy people.

Fuck, what I read before was the truth.

I didn't knew what will I do. Will I celebrate out of happiness? Will I send my deepest, sincere and serene sympathy to Scarlet? Will my consience will soon  show up right to my face like a absurd or a retarted man?

Sean the Asshole, happened to be like inside a jail; trapped and stranded inside a frame. Happened to had a lot of different girls, kissing or making out or anything grosser that that. Which reminded me of something—the camera—I need to check something from there.

Yea, right. Open there, then look up the gallery and viola—!!!

"0 photos and 0 videos."

Oh my dear God. I guess this was my punishment in all of my bad doings eversince or it haven't really started. I feel something ominous... For sure, for real sure, I felt this will be very so—.

I made a crestfallen face and frowned completely when the guy raised a photo—a hard copy ones—right to my face then afterwards he waved it on the air like a flag. It sure reminded me of a kid standing with pride that won a marathon race and raising his trophy proudly. It felt like, he rubbed a salt on my wound! I looked at him bitterly like as if I stepped a poo while I was walking.

It was a picture of me, and a guy that was wearing a mask (that I partially found unfair for me) inside of the dark-pitched room of that peculiar institution that I entered for Scarlet's sake!

"What are you planning to do?" I snapped, "Why the heck do you have that?" I asked, for the second time without waiting him to answer.

"Planning to do? My plans? Perhaps, it's my privilege to have that chance to tell you," he chuckled lightly but looked like sarcastic on my perspective, "I plan to keep this as my remembrance or maybe, I suppose you might be happy when I frame or laminate this one. Maybe for blackmailing?" he gave me a creepy grin, "I didn't expect this would be useful. This nuisance who ruined everything." he mumbled something but I can't hear it that well. "By the way, try to look upwards." he simply added.