CHAPTER 2 Act 1

"Yo, Mr. Seid..."

"..."

The next morning, as I headed towards my class, someone just called my name.

A male student which is unknown to me.

He walks by my side to follow my pace. We're not friends to begin with, but somehow he is obtrusive with my time.

"What's with your eyes? You're too cold. Ah, I don't mean anythi--"

"I don't care what people might think of me."

It is what it is. Their perception of me isn't all that crucial. Even so, when it comes to anyone, I'm absolutely aloof, and that is a part of being myself.

Some people are extremely self-aware, and as a result, they act as if they are not themselves. Being honest to oneself is a difficult task. However, regardless matter whether or not we are being genuine to ourselves, everyone has different faces, which is inevitable owing to our human behaviors. We want to fit into society; otherwise, we become completely isolated.

In my case, being separated minimizes the chances of hurting someone else, which is why I prefer it. I can handle myself on my own.

"Sheesh..."

"Now, what do you want?"

Obviously, if someone approaches you, there must be a one reason, it is they just wanted to talk to you, either it's necessary or not.

And, by the looks of it, this is where the 'I want to be friends with you' situation comes into play.

He is one of my classmates, if my memory serves me right. Of course, I had no idea what his name was, since I had no desire to know it from the start.

"..."

"..."

Due to my question, he paused and seemed surprised. It is expected since he didn't know me at all.

From someone's perspective, I appear to be a cold-hearted person. It is, however, due to my apathetic attitude. It's my usual behavior, and this is how I've spent my entire life.

"Say, you're pretty popular, don't you think, Mr. Tranferred Student?"

Now he was sputtering nonsensical conversation.

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It doesn't seem like he's making a joke or teasing me, instead he's telling the truth.

As I look around, it is obviously that the students, particularly the females were giving me a dumbfounded look.

"Is that so? I don't care at all."

Denying it will lead us into further discussion so I give him an insipid response.

The eyes around us were staring not only at the man next to me, but it also piercing right back at me.

It isn't surprising that this guy is popular among the girls. If you look at him, he stands about a few centimeters taller than me and has a well-built body. Not to mention that his looks are far from the average.

Whilst I'm a transferred student who has become well-known as a result of the rumors that have circulated around this school.

Rumors that I came from a prestigious school, a good-looking man and a smart person. Although I didn't disagree with these rumors since they were true, however, this is nothing more than the outward aspect that people expect from me.

Besides, perhaps, I didn't considered myself as good. Pretending to be good isn't nice. They don't realize how vicious my personality is.

"It is annoying to talk these things, don't you think? If you have nothing else to say, I will then go first."

There's no reason for me to stay here, so I suppose it's better if I leave him right away.

As I inreased my pace, he somehow stopped and decided not to follow me at the end. Perhaps he just wanted to know me, but again I refused to do so.

From the beginning, if he really wants to talk to me, he should probably start the conversation by introducing himself, not just by calling my name.

There's nothing wrong with being nice; nevertheless, it's unpleasant when someone urge themselves and get to know others.

Greetings and introductions are important aspects of human communication. Therefore, while conversing with somebody, these two must take precedence.

In addition, he never looks at me straight to the eye. He's probably a little apprehensive to talk to me since I'm the subject of the rumors flying around the school. In spite of that, I also intended not to make an eye contact with him in the first place, which is actually a habit of mine.

I arrived in my classroom before the bell tolled, as to inform the students that class was about to begin.

But before I reach my seat, I made an eye contact again with that girl the day before. The girl which is in the left diagonal front seat, who was shocked by my appearance on my first day of school.

Suddenly, she pulls out a piece of paper and then handed it to me.

"Please read it," as she releases a soft voice.

"..."

Unconsciously, my hand extended out to receive the note. There is a lot of contemplation going on in my head about what's the content of this paper.

Right now, my instincts tells me that this paper seems suspicious, considering that she handed it to me with wavering eyes. Additionally, her actions were questionable since it's my second day and despite the fact that we're not close.

It isn't an invitation, or a letter. However, the paper shades a faded pink with a flowery design, and has been folded four times.

Unfortunately, as soon as I sat down, our first class just began, and alas, I had no opportunity to read the contents of it.

Come to think of it, I found a letter on my bag last night.

It was ten o'clock in the evening when I saw something in my bag. A white-black (gray) envelope was slipped between my handbooks. There are no writings, insignia, or a mark on the outside. Hence, it is exactly a letter from unknown person.

It appears that she/he doesn't want to know her/his identity. Even so, why me? There were a hundred of students out there and it was certain that this was not a pure coincidence. There was a lot of speculation going on in my mind, but I have no concrete evidence. Still, my thoughts are telling me that this is somewhat important.

On the inside of it, there was a piece of paper with a brief message containing:

Avoid joining any club or student organizations.