Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
I glanced at the clock. It droned on and on, never-ending. No matter what, it would never stop. Even after the clock had reached its limit and could no longer work, time would still continue on- ruthless and omnipresent.
I gave a flat chuckle at my dramatic thoughts and glanced around the classroom. Students talked loudly; gossiping, complaining, chattering but it was all a buzz in my ear. As completely self-centered as it made me, I hadn't to time to focus in on their trivialities.
The teacher sat tiredly at her desk, begging the bell to go off.
Was anybody getting anything useful out of this?
My gaze then focused on the most crowded desk. Queue heartfelt sigh.
Him.
The boy every girl had her heart set on. Who wouldn't? Tall, smart, slender with captivating emerald eyes and hair the color of roses- he was the pinnacle of what every girl aspired to call her own.
And of course, this is where I say I'm the exception and that I don't really like him because, obviously, I'm deeper and not half as superficial as the typical human girl. I'm just being sarcastic, though.
I just didn't want to be one of them- pining after a guy who didn't look any girls' way twice. For all we knew- he could be homosexual or asexual or just really fucking arrogant and we would make the biggest asses out of of ourselves.
The bell rings; the sweetest sound of freedom. Dawning on my ears, quite like a high. Now I could get out of the wretched school. A ningen torture chamber, I tell you. Makes me dream of endless plains and dimensions where you could kill whoever you want, because you want, and not face any sort of consequences. Kill or be killed. Precious, precious makai anarchy.
I walk swiftly out the door and to my locker and hear my name. "Azami-chan!" I hear. I sigh and look around and saw Him. How did that ningen phrase go again? Ah yes- speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.
I roll my eyes at my own bizarre thoughts and go back to my locker. I'm curious as to what he could want with me but at the same time, I'm repulsed at the thought of talking to a worshipped, beloved "golden boy". Call me dark and gothic or whatever, but I really don't want to be near anything that's so-called "perfection".
I close my locker and begin to walk away, wondering if he was capable of processing rejection. Which evidently, he wasn't, because he caught up with me quickly.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked and I stated bluntly "I'd rather you didn't." He stops shocked at my impassiveness but I got an eerie vibe from the situation. His energy (which before you start hippie-bashing, is not the same as what gypsies claim to read but rather the ki that is integrated into your soul at your moment of birth in Reikai) was tumultuous and my self-preservation was screaming at me to run.
We both stood there staring at each other for several minutes- he, being stunned by my blatant rudeness, and me being concerned at his shady character.
He blinked and the trance was broken. I hastily made my exit as I heard him mumble "That went well."
A small, stunted smile appeared on my features and I continued on the way to my house.