Past To Be Erased

Felix (7)

You know that moment when you know something is wrong, but you don't know what? You are torn between obviously knowing that other person don't want for you to know, and you wanting to find out.

It's like when you watch horror movie and you have this one person in house. And then there is noise and that person always has to go towards direction of that noise even though everyone in fucking cinema is screaming for person not to do that.

In my case Daphne was audience, begging for me not to dig into her life, and I was person that follows noise and always dies. But hey, it's nice way of dying, at least you can't be called pussy, but people will say 'he was stupid'. It's ironic how people considered courage for a stupid move, and the cowardice is smart one.

I really didn't care.

I didn't care what would happen when I came near closed doors behind which is dark secret. I didn't care what would people say about me. All I care about is Daphne watching me from other side of our table in cafeteria obviously trying to figure out my next move.

I was watching her too, as she was eating, talking to others and here and there looked at me. And when she did that, she would just raise her eyebrow and give me questioned look. And I know, and she knows that I'm gonna break these walls around her and she's going to let me in.

But with things being as they are right now, it's hard, almost impossible mission. She knows my goal, and because of that she will be more careful. But I'll be patient and even more observing, and I know that in the end I'll find out. Because it's easy to spot a mistake when someone is always watching.

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"Mr. Agnew, you're late... again."

I think it's safe to say that I was not so excited about talk that I know I was going to have with an physics professor who stood in front of me. She's fragile women, ready for retirement, and very short, but she has face that would probably make others feel like they were six feet under.

''Good to see you too, Olivia'', I said. Mrs. Stewart gave me one of her looks that was supposed to... I don't know, scare me?

''Listen here mister'', she started, ''firstly you came to my class 15 minutes late, then you have courage to call me by my first name, and it's not even your first time doing it! I let it pass before, because you have really good grades in my class, but you keep doing it. I think it's only fair if I give you detention.''

''Well planned'', I said, ''but you missed just a simple problem. There's no way Mr. Gilinsky would let that happen.''

Mr. Gilinsky was my professor and basketball coach, and at the same time one of the most respectful teachers in the school. It's simple really. Our school sucks when it comes to competitions in knowledge. I mean we have great professors but it's rare that students want to apply for such competitions. Normal people usually don't have enough knowledge for that, and nerds don't have enough time. For God's sake, how will they get ready for university if they waste they precious time on some school competition? Yeah... So it lead us to the only thing left: sport. And our school is the best at it. Again, pretty simple. Jocks are very popular at our school. It doesn't matter how you look or your personality as long as you are one of them, you are cool. And everyone wants to be cool. So, yeah, a lot of good athletes, but only the best are in our team. And thats the reason why our coach has power. He's the only reason our school is known.

Mrs. Stewart clenched her fists while she stared at me with so much rage that could probably kill someone.

''Well, I will find the way''.

''Sure thing, Olivia.''

''Show some respect, Agnew!'' she said and I rolled my eyes.

Once I settled in my seat and Olivia finally calm down, class continued normally. I took out the phone and remembered that I have been ignoring messages the whole day. It's not purposeful, I just ignore I lot of people. So it is not surprising that I have 215 unread messages. And those are just the ones that I didn't even bother to open. There's are probably over 1000 that I've opened and thought 'no'.