Rabies

Mind Reader

  Casually strolling into the gym like I owned the place, I passed by all the curious gazes as I walked toward Shittyawa who was practicing his serves. He paused, giving me a huge grin as I stood there with one hand stuffed into my pocket and the other holding a part of a dead, cooked bird. Glancing from him to the basket full of volleyballs, I jerked my head to the side, gesturing for him to move his scrawny ass.

  "Hello to you too, Yamiko-chan~!" He said while taking a step to the side. Popping the rest of the chicken into my mouth and chewing, I pulled my hand from my pocket and grabbed a volleyball. Licking my fingers clean, I glared at Shittykawa while pointing at him with the ball.

  "I'm going to serve to you and your little shits. I want to know how weak your whole team is. If they can't receive my serves, they have to drop and give me twenty." I stated, earning irritated looks from the other males on the team.

  "Oh~! This'll be fun. I go first!" Shittykawa grinned while practically prancing to the other side of the net.

  "All right, line up ladies!" I shouted while turning toward the rest. "Let's see if any of you fuckers are actually any good!" They were going to protest, but a single look from the captain quieted them. Bouncing the ball on the floor a few times, I checked to see how much it was aired up and debated on what type of serve to use on this prick.

  Taking a few steps back, I tossed up the ball, and Shittykawa's eyes followed it with a look of concentration. Jumping up, I swung my arm fast and hard toward the ball. My hand made contact with a resounding smack, and I gave a crazed grin as the ball essentially disappeared from the shithead's field of vision. I could tell from his confused look as his eyes were quickly scanning the air for the ball until they finally went wide as saucers. The volleyball zoomed past his face so closely that it grazed his cheek and blew back his hair from the wind created by the speed.

  My feet landed back on the ground at the same time the ball crashed to the hardwood floor, and it bounced around wildly before losing power and rolling away. Pointing while wearing a sadistic smirk, I raised my brows.

  "You owe me twenty push-ups, Shittykawa." I then grabbed another ball as the captain was still frozen in shock on the other side of the net. He was finally fully aware of my power now that he was on the receiving end of it instead of just spectating. When he finally moved, he went to the sidelines and put his hands on the floor before going into the push-up position. "Next!" Shouting, my eyes narrowed in on the next boy. A first-year, probably, who looked slightly terrified and unsure of what to do.

  I went through the line of players rather quickly, leaving one left, and no one had yet to receive one of my serves. Bouncing the ball as a tall, dark-haired male got into position on the other side of the net, I grinned. He seemed confident to a certain degree and had his eyes locked on me.

  Going for a jump serve for this one, I tossed up the ball. Smacking my hand against it, I glanced at the dark brunette, and my brows furrowed. 'Why the fuck are you still looking at me? I fucking aimed for your head, look for the goddamned ball! What the shit are you doing?!' I thought while watching the male's leg twitch before his gaze turned up as he jumped back. His quick reflexes were the only reason that he missed getting a broken nose.

  The volleyball hit his arms hard, and he snarled while receiving and forced his arms up slightly to return the ball. Instead, it flew straight up and got stuck between the beams in the ceiling. Crossing my arms, I smirked. 'I guess there's at least one strong player.'

  "What's your name?" I asked, finally curious as to a player's identity for once.

  "Iwaizumi, Hajime." He simply replied while glaring up at the ball that was high over his head.

  "Well, Iwaizumi, take pride in knowing you're the first to receive one of my serves since I began high school." The green-eyed male looked momentarily confused as I bent down toward the ground. Getting into the push-up position, I began to do the twenty everyone else had done for me. Hey, if they had to do this shit because of failure, so should I since I had stated the rule.

  For the rest of practice, it went this way. I'd get past all of the players, save for Iwaizumi who would receive the ball, but it would fly out of control to some random part of the gym. The fact that he couldn't control it seemed to tick him off, though

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  "Yamiko-chan~!" Shittykawa was running at me, his arms outstretched, and I simply put out a hand. Grabbing his face to keep the overly friendly boy from hugging me, I glared right at him.

  "Fuck off." I growled while squeezing my hand as he began to squirm, and his words were muffled by my palm. His own hands tried to pry mine off, but he was failing incredibly, and the spiky-haired brunette walked over while glaring with irritation at Shittykawa rather than me.

  "Yamiko-san, please let Trashykawa go."

  "Why the fuck should I?" I snarled, earning his sharp gaze. He looked me up and down, studied my face, then raised a questioning brow.

  "Did you eat breakfast and lunch?" Iwaizumi asked.

  "That's none of your damn business. Piss off, hawk-face." His eyebrow twitched from the insult, but the guy really did remind me of a hawk with how fierce his gaze was and how he seemed to carefully watch my every move.

  "Good." His reply caught me off guard. "You need to eat proper meals to stay healthy." Jumping back, I let Shittykawa go while raising my hands. Narrowing my eyes at Iwaizumi as the annoying brunette rubbed the red fingerprints around his face, I wondered how the Hell this dude had heard the answer I had given in my head rather than the words that flew out of my mouth.

  "You're a goddamned mind-reader!"

  "I'm not a mind-reader!" He shot back before grabbing Shittykawa and dragging him back to the court. "Come on, Trashykawa, you need to get back to practice." Just to see if he was telling the truth or not, I shouted a random sentence at him. He just rolled his eyes in response.

  "Mind-reader!" I pointed and received a vicious glare from the green-eyed male. Oh, I was gonna have so much fun messing with this guy.