12 Transfer Studen (1/2)

As the class proceeded along as always, it was as if nothing has changed at all. Mura continued with the lessons on Vilheimean literature by the teacher's podium at the front of the desk, and I continued to zone out as I stared out the classroom window, observing the sky past the concrete buildings nearby. However, what is different is that the seat in front of me was now occupied by someone who could potential pose a great threat to me.

Loyd Aksel Genose is one of my friend who I had known since elementary school. The two of us were quite close growing up, often playing together when we had time. However, following that incident of my father, I revealed to him something that I yearn to keep hidden. Because he moved away about a month after that incident, I thought that he wouldn't be a threat to me, but now with him back, plans would have to change.

After the class ended and the break period began, Mura left the classroom so as to head to her next class. My classmates streamed over towards Loyd's desk, chatting with him and hoping to find out more about him. I could understand the reason why they did so. This is due to the fact that Loyd just gives off the aura of being extremely approachable and extremely affable. I wasn't included in the group, and the crowd shielded him from my sight. However, I kept my ears open as I eavesdropped on their conversation.

”What school did you go to, Loyd?” a student asked.

”It's a school out of the city,” Loyd responded with a friendly voice.

In general, their conversation was centered around Loyd and not me, which is a good thing. This is because he knows something about me that I'm intentionally trying to hide, something that might sound stupid, but is what has driven me to this very day.

”You said hi to him earlier,” a female student's question caused sweat to form on the back of my neck, ”do you know him?”

The female student glanced over in my direction. I realized that she didn't even say my name, which means that she doesn't even know my name. It's kinda sad that your own classmates would not know your name, but it is what it is. That is the least of my concerns now. What mattered to me is Loyd's response to this question.

”I went to the same elementary school and middle school as him.”

As if sensing my anxiety, Loyd glanced over at me with the corner of his eye, as if using my facial expression to judge whether or not what he said was within the acceptable range. Then, after seeing that my expression didn't alter much after hearing his response, he continued on with his answers.

”We're like childhood friends,” he explained with an outgoing smile.

”Really?!” A girl in the crowd looked quite surprised as she looked over at me with a somewhat disgusted look in her eyes.

The hell are you looking at? Never seen someone who doesn't like to talk?

”Yeah,” Loyd smiled. ”We're best friends.”

”Loyd you're such a good person,” a boy laughed. ”Like you would even be friends with someone like him.”

”That's kinda mean,” Loyd said without allowing that smile to leave his face.

The result of which made those around Loyd pause for a brief moment, contemplating what he had just said, before deciding that it was just a simple joke. However, I know that they had mistaken Loyd's meaning, and that he means exactly what he says. From the years that I had known him, I can see right through his facade and past that smile of his. At the moment, they might've not have felt it, but I did. Although it was only a little bit, that smile was cold.

After a few minutes, Loyd excused himself from the crowd, insisting that they return back to their seats so as to prepare for our next class. Due to his charismatic nature and his power with words, he was extremely efficient in clearing the crowd. From just these few minutes of interaction, I could tell that my classmates had already grouped Loyd into the ”Friend” category, with some girls even possibly grouping him into the ”Potential Boyfriend” group.

Loyd doesn't seem to care about this much at all. Instead, he turned around in his chair and leaned his right elbow on my desk.

”Hey,” he greeted me. ”I didn't say anything you didn't want right?”

Without saying anything, I nodded in response.

”That's good, that's good,” he let out a relieved sigh.

Then, Loyd's attention was caught by the girl who sat next to me.

”Who's this?” Loyd asked me.

”Go ask her yourself,” I said, somewhat annoyed at his attempts of utilizing me to familiarize himself with Muria.

”Then I will,” Loyd smiled and waved towards Muria. ”Hello, I'm Loyd. Nice to meet you.”

”I'm Muria. Nice to meet you too.”

Her response was polite and respectful. In addition, she even smiled back. I mean there's nothing for me to be too astonished about since that is who she is. She's always so polite and respectful towards anyone other than me. Like I've said before, it's like she views me as an inferior being, which might be correct.