After that incident, I found myself getting even more detached with people and the outside world; almost avoiding any contact or communicating with others in any form possible. It wasn’t that I was suffering from inferiority complex of any sort; it was the total opposite of that! I didn’t stutter when I spoke, I’ve never failed to make eye-contact when I spoke to others; it was just that I didn’t like people. I don’t know, I’d always had this perception that people who don’t try are just nuisances; and that’s exactly what I’m seeing in all these useless and insignificant people around me at school. They either talk about getting their nails done, hair done, dates, who’s sleeping with who; all sorts of unnecessary and stupid dramas and gossips; things that won’t help us improve ourselves as human beings. That’s why I’d rather sit at home, curled up in bed; reading books whilst listening to Pink Floyd. Bob Dylan’s fine, too.
But this was what I found interesting; even though I found myself restraining myself even more from other people, I couldn’t help but wonder when I’d meet H again. But whenever I remember that he was the first guy to has ever treated me with such brutality and that disgusting forehead kiss I'd received from him, I feel like jumping down a cliff all of a sudden -.-
A week passed by in a flash; and, as usual, not a care, damn or fuck was given by me to whatever was going on at school. “Guys will always torment and play around with your heart as long as you let them do so” Daddy would say to me every time my 18-year old sister, Vivien walks out of the door for her date. God knows how many times she’d gotten her heart messed around with, but somehow she’d still do it. (Viv says it’s hope that gets her going; but all I see is sheer stupidity)
Anyways, so Monday morning came; with the routine weekly assembly, hangovers and Monday blues; everything went on like any other Mondays of my school year; or so I thought. It was during lunch break that our eyes met again. Yours truly was sitting quietly at table number 9; and if you readers were wondering; NO, not exactly the rejects’ table but let’s just say the whole table was monopolised by me. (I hate people, remember?) I was reading The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling (Fantastic read, I tell you!) when I felt a warm breath; purposely blowing down and tickling my neck. SHIT it’s happening all over again; I almost had the whole, heartbeat-too-fast and pale-face symptoms all over again. But yes, this time I was much better prepared, so I mustered enough courage to ignore such weird and alien feelings going through me and turned around; only to find him sipping on his orange juice; smirking. The whole cafeteria was silent by now, all eyes on us.
“Can I help you?” were the only words I could utter without swinging my fists in his face.
“You most certainly can, V.” His smirk was getting wider; his face the mirror image of that meme-troll-face I keep seeing on the net.
I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my cool. It was almost as if he was testing my patience; first for interrupting my reading and two for calling my name as V; something NO one has ever called me before. Automatically, I’d turned my seat to face him without jeopardising or penetrating this invisible boundary line; one we both somehow, indirectly have agreed on respecting.
“Become my partner in the upcoming Phantom of the Opera musical and you’ll get a second chance at living” He continued, as he traced the outlines of the shape of my bag on the table. His face was hard to read, but he was now wearing a different sorta smirk, so I was guessing that he felt that victory was his.
“Was that a demand, an ultimatum or a threat, Haru?” I heard a huge gasp behind me as soon as I finished my sentence, which had caused me to almost turn away from him; before I felt a hand pulling me back.
“It’s a favour; I need you to do me this favour.” Then, as he finished his sentence, once again, another kiss on my forehead! He walked away almost abruptly after that light peck on my forehead, and joined his whole gang before vanishing out of the cafeteria.
Like a total idiot, I stood there; face as red as ever; swearing inside my heart. I was cursing the same way I did when I ran away after our first encounter. There were whispers all around me now; eyes leering at me as I packed up to get back to class. GREAT, I should be careful with what I wish for after this!