Creep ✔

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"Let's be brothers, Jaxus!"

This talkative guy, named Jake pulled me into a hug. He was tapping my back so hard. Uncomfortable feeling swept me off. I am not used to this... I've never have someone who keeps on talking to me, who hugs me like this. I felt like I have to push him away. It is just I have a tendency to be distant. Eyes of people won't calm me down. It's intimidating me... like what happened when they brought me to the police station.

But it is for change right? How could I change myself when I dislike the idea of trusting someone? When all I could think of is being distant until I'm untouchable. Attending school is not really for me. I think being around in the house together with my family is a good way of spending my time.

I saw him wiped a tear around his eyes, he was crying? "Man, I felt so touched." he said.

"And! You are my brother now, Lord Jaxus. We are related to blood now! Though I have a big sister... and because she's crazy... of course we get along... but now that I found you... it seems like I got a twin! Don't you think that we were both born in the same month... is not a coincidence?"

And he clapped happily while I still have trouble adjusting myself to the situation. He went to talk loud, his voice is raising a tone up against the people who are talking inside the room. "I really want you to meet Asphalto and Crimo! Let's build our dream together!"

Dream?

"My dream is to become a singer..." he said and looked down. "But since that I lack of reaching high notes... I think there's a reason why I need to learn to play drums. You might wonder why I have these drumsticks in my hands. I am still practicing, I don't even have my own set of drums."

He chuckled. "So you are really silent, Lord Jaxus. Don't be so generous. Don't you think that I love talking doesn't mean I won't give you a chance to talk. No, you're wrong. So what's your dream? Tell me about it," he offered.

"My dream... I don't feel exactly like that," I answered. It's my first time to hear about to have dreams. Is it necessary for people especially for someone like me to have dreams? I had been through about my life. I have been used about my daily routine. I already accepted contentment in the midst of consternation.

He yelled, "Eh?! Are you really a human? I don't believe such people who don't have dreams in life! Are you a zombie?! Zombies live their lives not wondering what went wrong," his eyes went round, his mouth formed an o shape. Despite of what he had just said, I always thought that people live with or without dreams. Life will still go on, life will stop whether to choose either of the choices.

Before he continue to speak more about it, a tall guy approached him, he was wearing a white shirt similar to our uniform. But before he can drawl a word, he scanned me with a scrutinizing look. I stared back at the blackboard and then to the wall and then back to him. I felt his stares are digging me inside out.

"Who is this zombie guy?" his brows crooked a bit. "How did this kind of guy entered the school? Does Mrs. Garber know about this?" a series of questions he threw at Jake.