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It was now time for the usual thirty minute break. If you ask me, I kinda deserve quite the intermission for the spectacular show I put up in class. I really do know my way in stealing the spotlight.

That aside, it's a belief of AG to observe enough free time in between breaks. Sounds a bit superstitious in my opinion. Reason? How the fuck do you expect me to know?

I desire to rule the world, not become a senior detective in cracking the ol’ case of long ass breaks. I've got my priorities set, and this ain't in the list of them.

As I was saying, the students, as usual, broke into their various buddy-buddy groups, all engaging in a variety of activities until the next lesson interrupted their sessions.

Of course I would be left on my own! But it's not due to what I know you must be thinking.

I didn't seem to understand why socialising with pathetic nuisances for thirty fucking minutes was made somewhat mandatory by this institution.

I don't just get it! You literally see yourselves every single day. Matter of fact, you'd still return to your various homes to resume the exact same gag-worthy conversations.

Are you that desperate for attention?

C'mon, man! You shouldn't force the laws of nature unto yourself. If you are proved deserving, attention would cry out to you for your presence. Just take me as an example. I ooze attention!

Oh well, I wouldn't blame you feeble beings. You aren't blessed by the spirits of the universe like I am. Not everyone can be as eye-catching as yours truly.

Too bad…

For once, at least, I'm gonna go low-key. I've got plans to attend to, and there ain't a thing in this world that's gonna step in my…

"Yo, Jaxon!"

Of course! You just had to do it, Zyron. Your timing is impeccable. How excruciating… There's nothing that irritated me more than interacting with inferior specimens, but it seemed I had no choice on this one.

"What's up?" I set the tone of our conversation.

"Erm, nothing much really—"

Oh no, here it comes.

"Just wanted to hang."

"And out of the thousands of brainless douchebags this institution delivers to you on a platter of gold, you chose to 'hang' with me?"

"That's a weird way to put it, but yeah!"

"Okay? Mind if I ask why?" I questioned, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"Should there be a reason to hang with a fellow bro?"

"No rational being should be able to derive a thought process of engaging in a back-to-back confrontation with a guy like me."

"Nah, c'mon now…"

"For real though. It would be a better bet for you to rather drill your head into the rooftops in search of a battle between two mice than to engage in a talk with me."

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"How can you say that, dude?"

"What'd you expect? That'd I'd crawl to you in consent longing for your presence?" I scoffed ridiculing, quite louder than expected. "Even if you're dreaming to say the least, try not going overboard, okay? Your brain matter might just explode trying to."

“You're really shitty, bro.”

“You're a weirdo for real.”

“To hell with you and your attention!”

“I've had it with you, man! You're crazy!”

Responses like this… they made my day.

But for some peculiar reason, this one's persistent. Could it be? He actually wants to be friends with me?

No. That's unlikely.

Like an eagle in search of its prey, my eyes suddenly became as vigilant as they could get.

I swiftly scanned the halls in search of anything unusual.

Hallway lights… Any difference in each fluorescence radiance? Nah. They looked the same. A camera could not be hidden there.

Lockers? Six of them opened up and down to the left, coincidentally near the doors. Could anyone be behind them? Negative. No one is capable of perfectly blending in with the darkness. Something must be given off.

A decoy, perhaps?

The floors… Shades of brown in the snow white coloured tiles. That’s human hair no doubt, and it was trailing faintly to the opposite hall. The lockers there were closed shut.

But… The door…

Hehehe… Too easy.

"Change of plans," I gave in.

"Really?"

"I'm dead serious."

Someone's gonna be dead. The transparent door's hue tinted. An imbecile’s behind the door. Could anyone else be with him? Only one way to find out.

"What do you have in mind, Jaxon?" He curiously inquired.

"You really don't wanna know."

Was that out loud? Oh well, it doesn't matter…

"Huh?" He exclaimed, visibly in the state of confusion.

"Oh it's nothing, Brandon— How about a little chat?"

"Sure. Shall we?"

He offered a stroll round the hallways. Could they possibly be planning to squeeze out the soft spot in me? And worst of all, catch it on 4k?

I'd love to see how this goes.

"So tell me, Jaxon Storm. About yourself. Your family."

"Too far,” I stopped him in his tracks. “Baby steps, right?"

We began strolling. I desired to see who and what was behind the door. I didn't want him to know that I KNOW someone's there. So…

"Yeah!"

"What do you wanna know?" I enquired.

"You know, you've always got me thinking, Jaxon. Even though you seem to be an open book, you sure still are a mystery around here." He began.

"Really?" I questioned, my eyes secretly fixated on the back entrance.

"Yeah," he replied, his walking pace matching mine.

I never knew anyone could be this engulfed in stupidity. I mean, come on now! It's one thing to be stupid. But this? Nah, fam. You must be working your way to changing the course of history with this, man.

Like, do you dead ass think you could beat me at my own game? You shouldn't be living to take another breath at this point. Playing too much....

"Maybe it's just the fact that I'm just like you– ordinary. Did you ever stop to think about that?" I gloated, just seconds away from the door. "Or maybe you're just too foolishly ignorant to realise this."

"Jaxon..." Brandon raised his voice.

You don't deserve to breathe the air I breathe let alone utter my name in vain. Don't you know I'm as sacred as Zyron himself? Put all respect to my name, boy."

At last, I arrived at the back entrance.

"You know," I began yapping, "It's quite amusing when you think a bunch of incompetent vessels admire me so much– so much so that you couldn't help but get me lacking on..."

This couldn't be happening. There was no one there... The tinted hue? Classic skeleton switch. Shit.. How could I let myself get played like this? You must be feeling real smug right now, ay Brandon?

"Lacking on what, Jaxon?" Brandon mused. "And that's a wrap."

Curses… how humiliating…

"Well played, Brandon, Well played."

"But it's not over yet, pal."

Oh, I know, pretty boy. There are hidden cameras all over the place. And, if my instincts serve me well, this class is gonna be infested with his likes in three..... two... one...

"In fact..."

The front and back doors opened dramatically. One by one, they entered. The ultimate humiliation had just begun.

"We're just getting started," Brandon concluded.

The class transformed to a rally ground. They sought for nothing more but to disgrace me. I wonder why.

"We all know him as Jaxon Storm— a man who boasts incredible prowess. But, that's just it. He's all talk. Nothing more. Even the dullest of the dull would not have fallen for this classic setup, but he did. That should speak enough volumes to how naïve and idiotic this wannabee can be. Thus, I tell you today: enough's enough. let's see what you're really about, mate."

The class roared in expectation. Brandon really knew how to deliver. But...

"You were right about one thing, big shot." I replied. "It's high time these people see what I'm all about. You want a piece of me? Come get it."