003. Goodnight, Goodbye
Class is anything but fun. If you think otherwise, then you are probably in need of serious help. (I could give you the number of my psychiatrist. I don't intend to visit her anyway.) As I was saying, I have never been a huge fan of school but it isn't as if I did not like any subject. Quite the contrary; I actually like English. What could I possibly hate from a subject where I had straight A's? If I was in Math class, don't be surprised if I am actually flunking it. Let's just say that I have a way with numbers. Normally, I would be staring off into space and minding my own business but truth be told, I actually am listening to the lecture (at least I think I was). I have no idea why though.
"Ms. Kinomoto, would you care to explain why you're gnawing your pen?"
You know, it just isn't fair. She knows I don't know the answer to that question but still she insists on asking. Like I told you, I thought I was listening to her lecture. It just so happens that I was doing the opposite. Someone must be playing a trick on me. Either I am just being paranoid or the class was just too boring that I resorted to my old ways. You know what, I'd rather go with option number two. I have less involvement in the latter than the former, which might just claim my insanity.
I continued gnawing my pen, replying unintelligibly (well, it was gibberish to her), "Yes ma'am."
"I beg your pardon, Ms. Kinomoto?"
"I said yes ma'am."
"What's your explanation then?"
"I have no idea," I stated, shrugging my shoulders in response. I run my hand through my auburn hair and begin to take my seat. Once I sat down, I placed my palm to the right chest and smiled. "Honest."
There was no justification for my blatantly honest. I could have easily looked her in the eyes and lied, but that would mean I gave her the satisfaction of gloating. Teachers like her want the upper hand, even if it means being unfair in my eyes. Even if I may be somewhat morally twisted, I have my principles as well. If I did something, then I would myself on a pedestal and take full responsibility. Not saying that I am righteous because I am far from that. If I indeed lie to her face, then what is the point of my being a student?
My English teacher reddened, turning her back away from her students. "Detention, Ms. Kinomoto." She began writing something on the blackboard, but I did not know what it was. I just sat in my seat, thinking of ways I could murder my elder brother. I know I wasn't doing a good job of being invincible today, having gotten detention the first day after winter break and noticed by a guy, but I will step up my game. The thing earlier with that person is on the top of my avoid list.
Sigh.
Now, if only I could last ten more minutes of pure English boredom. I swear I could recite Mark Antony's speech in a heartbeat.
As soon as the bell rang, I did what any bored seventeen year old would do. I pushed aside the unsuspecting people who were in my path and dashed out at the speed of light. (Oh wait, nothing can be faster than the speed of light…just think that I was faster than the average person.), not caring about the people that fell on their ass. Maybe I didn't actually do that but it can't hurt to dream right? Saying that I did a boring thing like walking would ruin my reputation (if I even had any) of being interesting. I say interesting, not because I like mathematical equations to burn but because I like the conceptual part of everything. Call me weird; I won't deny it. It's my trademark.
I rack my brain for any idea as to what the next class was. Running my hands through my hair seemed to soothe me, but I still had no idea regarding my next class. I should've remembered; too bad, I couldn't. Just the thought of receiving another detention slip made me want to strangle someone. Oh my gosh, maybe the reason I couldn't remember is because of the evil pranks I've done to Tomoyo. Karma is biting me back in the ass. This just sucks. I leaned on my locker, slumping down; I buried my head between my knees. If only I hadn't seen that psychiatrist last week, or the mumbo jumbo thing she does, then I would've sucked it all up, went to the nearest classroom and sat all the way at the back. But no…she made me weak. I was a sucker for the pretty skull clip she had. Now, I would never get that prize. Stupid memory.
"Are you lost?"
I hear a voice ask me and as I look up, I came face to face with pools of crystal spring water. I was awestruck just being in the vicinity of a person who had the most beautiful eyes I saw. I swear, they were so transparent you could use it as a mirror. I was reveling too much but I couldn't help it. I couldn't tear my gaze away from those eyes. They were that beautiful that it makes me want to steal them.
I say dreamily, "You are so pretty…"
"Pretty? I don't think any man wants to be called pretty." The person chuckles. "I prefer handsome. By the way, Hiirigizawa. Hiirigizawa Eriol."
That caught me off guard. Stupid me. I should have looked at the face first, before the eyes. Why did I just saw the eyes, anyway?
Eriol, or so the person says, extends his arm forward. Docking my head to the right, I stare at him confused and suspicious. Sadly, I have no idea why he was doing what he is doing. For a minute or two, we exchange stares (mainly on my part) and an amused grin (on his part). I wonder what goes through that thick head, somehow to gain an idea from him. I don't why my mind wasn't working because I realized just now that he was just offering his hand to help me up. I blushed at my stupidity and quickly accepted his hand. Trust me; I have better days. He pulled me up, as I somewhat stumbled to regain my balance.
Honestly, I was expecting he was a girl. His whole person screamed out girl; ask anyone. He even looked like a Victorian doll. He must just be joking, right? No way could she be a male. Yes, I reverted back to 'she' because his claim of masculinity is too impossible. There was no trace of stubble on his chin, just smooth porcelain skin. She has jet-black hair that fell round her shoulders, and side swept bangs that almost wholly cover her right eye. Okay, so maybe her chest isn't well defined but that's only because she wore baggy clothes. Eriol is not male. I refuse to believe it. Just to be sure, I lean closer to catch a glimpse of Eriol's chest.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"N-nothing," I begin to say. "Just wanted to check if you were male. I guess you're not."
"I just told you I am."
"Whatever; that's your opinion. Just let go of my hand, buster." He released his grip on my hand, which he was holding until now. Eriol ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. Truth be told, he still looked like a cute girl, in a suspicious kind of way. Fine, I'll address him as male…for now.
Eriol laughs amusedly and replies, "Mind telling me what you were doing in the hallway, Miss-who-thinks-I-am-female-despite-my-arguments?"
"Smartass," I mutter quietly to myself. I turn my attention back to him, and all I can see is that Cheshire-like smirk on his face, like he has some scheme brewing inside. He is so annoying that words can't even begin to describe it. Although he may have the looks of a cute girl, he really knows how turn girls off with his irritating ways. "Not really. Karma just decided to bite me on my ass this day. She really knows when to pick days, doesn't she?"
A chuckle escapes his lips and I swiftly shoot him a glare. "…and I don't understand what you just said."
"Wipe that smile off your face, jerk."
He raises his hands in mock surrender and states, "Then talk like a normal human being."
"Fine," I begin to say. "I've met two annoying guys today. A person I don't even know and you, a person that I don't even want to know and am inclined to murder. Then, my English teacher just had to have her PMS and I ended up with a detention slip. I forgot what class I had next, so another detention slip. That's two detention slips in a day. Plus, I'm hungry. I only had cereal and juice and lunch is so far away! Hear my stomach grumbling for attention?"
"Whaddya say I treat you to some real food?"
"But isn't skipping class a major offense?"
He counters, "Ah, but you are late anyways! What's the use of going to class if you're just going to spend…" He glances at his watch. "…twenty minutes there?"
"True but what about my other classes?"
"Just leave it up to me." He flashed the same Cheshire-like grin. "So, what do you say?"
Honestly, I am skeptical. It was hard not to be. Here was Hiirigizawa Eriol, undoubtedly an eccentric human being and practically mental, offering to buy me what he termed as 'real food' at the expense of playing hooky.
Knowing that I was still unconvinced, he added, "…you'll get to eat Lobster and other expensive foreign dishes that you would have trouble even pronouncing."
"So…what restaurant?"
I know I'm breaking my motto, being invincible and all but it's just this one time. I'll get back to it by tomorrow. By that time, I'll have already forgotten what happened today.
What can I say? He knew how to get me: with food.
