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That Girl Who’s Always Alone At The Back
chapter iv – d e v o u r
“You’re a nerd. I’mma kill you like how I kill a bird!” I don’t know his name so let’s call him Extra1. When he said that, everyone laughed. “You won’t win against me, because I’m the King. I get all the girls. They….” I think he ran out of rhymes “Kissing… yeah.”
“Ten seconds.” Our teacher said, smiling. I think he knows how stupid this looks like.
“Ten seconds, I don’t need that. Because I already fucked up your tendons.” Extra1 said as if he just dropped the most brutal rap battle line.
Everyone was shouting and shit. I let out a sigh.
“Ayt, ayt, silence!” Mr. Fabregas said as he raised his hands. “It’s Jericho’s turn now. One minute, go!”
“Mark.” I called my friend, to beat box for me, like how we planned. Extra1 was looking at me as if I can’t undo him.
As the beat plays, I started to say these words that just comes out. “I spit more bars than a jail cell. Just ask your mom for a blow job because your dad doesn’t fuck her well. You talking about killing a bird? How pathetic. If rhymes a disease, then I’m sick. Just looking at you makes me want to puke. Look. You’re all silenced, are you spooked? Get the fuck out of here, since you are not studying. You’re just lazing around while your parents are dying. Dying from their jobs. To feed and clothe a worthless bastard like you. Just go home and masturbate to Scooby Doo.”
“Ten seconds.” Mr. Fabregas said.
“I’m done. No need to insult him more. I don’t want to be the reason why he dropped out of school.” I said.
My silenced classmates then screamed and I felt their hands that I don’t know the names of on my back in a very painful way.
And that ends our group report on MAPEH.
I actually hate groupings. One, because I always get picked as the leader. Two, I hate other people. Three, it was called groupings for the sole reason that you should do whatever the shit your teacher asked you to do as a group. But from my experience, only the leader does everything. But this one is kinda nice. Since our groupings was taken by the seating arrangement, everyone at the back row, which is me, Mark, Alistel and Rianne became my group mates. We did it as a group. Alistel taught Mark how to beatbox since she doesn’t want to do it herself since it doesn’t fit her style (but she’s really good at it) and Rianne did some research and downloaded some rap battles for me to watch and study.
Obviously, we won. And we also got the highest grade from Mr. Fabregas for being “sick”.
“You tore Extra1’s ass, Echo.” Rianne smiled as she sipped her Sarsi. In the end, we’ll just call him Extra 1, huh? “Where’s Mark?”
“I think he’s with Claire. He said he’s got some business with her.” I said.
Silence.
“Where’s Alistel?” I asked just to break the ice.
“Admit it, you like her.” Rianne said with her eyes as if she just wants to devour every single cell of my body.
“Not in a romantic way.” I said.
“That breaks my heart.” It was Alistel, grinning as she sat next to me. “I kind of have this….” Alistel then had her face to my ear and then whispered “...thing for you.” Then she blew on my ear. It tickled me.
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And yeah, ever since the groupings, Alistel started to open up to us a little. I’m not quite sure if it was better or worse.
“Let’s have a group activity later. Just the two of us. On my house. Inside my room. Both of us are naked.” She smiled as she caressed my chest. My dick is now diamonds.
“It won’t be called a group activity if it’s just the two of you.” Rianne Grey eyed Alistel as if she just poured lemon juice on her wound.
“I don’t mind having a three-some.” She smiled.
“Okay, I’m done.” Rianne walked out.
Alistel laughed hard. “And she believed what I said, haha.”
“Ha..ha…” I said with a stoic face.
“But if you still want to do it, it’s fine by me.” She said as her face were so close to mine that I could feel her breath. Our lips about to meet.
“I already have someone that I like. If I have sex with you, it’ll be just me dumping my cum on you. And my first time won’t be romantic.” I said as I looked at the walking Rianne then to my burger. I bit on it.
“I might really fall for you, Echo.” Alistel said with her almond eyes. Just staring at it makes me feel like I am being hypnotized to look at it more.
“If what you said is true, you will need to court me first.” I said.
Then we both laughed.
“I saw you flirting with Alistel today.” Tomato messaged me.
My back hurts, so today, I will be just using my phone to browse memes. I’ve read once that if you masturbate frequently, you’ll get backaches. I guess I should stop masturbating for a week.
“She’s just a friend.” I said. “You’re still the one that I love.”
“If you love me, then don’t talk to other girls.”
“I can’t do that.” I said.
“Then you don’t love me enough.”
“They’re my friends and they’re there for me.” I said. “Maybe… if you’re with me then I won’t talk to anyone but you.”
“You won’t like me when you see me in person.”
“Why? I don’t mind if you’re ugly or what.”
“You won’t understand.”
“I don’t.”
And after that, I logged out and just played some God Eater Burst on my phone using an emulator.
It’s weird. Rianne and Tomato got mad at the same reason. The similarity is just…
What if Rianne is really Tomato? I’m also not sure if this novel is still RomCom. Should the author add Mystery in the tags? Well, if this is indeed a novel, this sucks for a RomCom. But I don’t really get it. If someone is out there, writing this shit, I hate you. At least put me in a RPG like world where I would fight monsters and shit. This is boring as hell. High school life and shit.
But seriously, I don’t really understand. Why would they be angry at me?
Then I received a call. It was an unknown number. I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Uhm… Echo…” The voice sounds familiar.
“Who’s this?” I asked. Somehow her voice is familiar.
“This is Tomato…”
“Tomato…” I knew it.
“I’m sorry for being a dick...”
“I’m used to it.”
“Wanna meet up tomorrow? It’s Saturday tomorrow. I hope you’re free.”
And then, I feel like I have been silence. As if my tongue was devoured by a cat.