2 Chapter 2: Sky (1/2)
When classes were over, everyone was surrounding Hiroisora. Well, mostly by the guys.
”Hey, Takaiyama! Let's go talk to her.” It was Jirai.
”Not interested. You should go if you're really interested.”
”I'm telling you, you're a fag.”
”What the--” One more and I'll hit this guy. ”Hmph. I'll be going then. See you tomorrow.”
”Oh, come on. Don't be such a scared-y cat. We'll just talk to the beautiful girl. Who knows? Maybe she falls for me, and then we'll get married and have twelve kids. Hehehe...”
”Twelve?”
”It's a soccer team. The additional one is a substitute; you never know who may get injured or what. Hehehe. Hey, are you listening? Where are you going? Come back here!”
”Ah, whatever. Bye.” I wasn't paying attention to his explanation. I think I'll go to the library to read. I don't feel like going home early.
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While I'm reading in the library, there are always girls who hide behind bookshelves while observing (stalking) me, whispering from the other table talking about me. If I have to guess, they are figuring out when and how to confess to me.
”Correct.”
See, I knew it. Wait. Did someone just answer me?
”It is true that they are planning to confess to you.”
There it goes again. Who the hell is that?
”Um, who are yo-- Woah!” When I turned to see who it was, it was a woman dressed in a butler uniform. What is she doing here? ”Who are you? Why are you dressed like that? How did you get inside our school?”
”My name is Elizabeth. This is my uniform. I went through the front gate.”
Did she just answer my questions directly?
”Uh. Ok? Wait, wait. Something's wrong here. How did you read my mind?”
”I didn't. You were talking out aloud.”
”I was?”
”Yes.”
”But I'm pretty sure I wasn't tal--”
”You were.”
”But--”
”You were.” She's definitely weird.
”Ok. Um, Elizabeth-san? What are you doing here? Do you need something from me?”
”Yes. I will go straight to the point. Please be Kari-sama's boyfriend.”
…Huh?
”Huh?” I'll say 'Huh' many times and what this person just said will not make much more sense that it already has.
”Was my words not clear? Ok, I'll repeat my request. Please be Kari-sam--”
”That's not the point here!! Why the hell are you asking me something so outrageous, and out of the blue for that matter? And who the hell is Kari-sama?!”
”You're in the library. Please don't shout.”
”Don't give me that crap!!”
”Hey, no shouting in the library!” But you just shouted, you hypocrite librarian.
”Whatever. I'm going home. Whoever you are, please don't bother me again.” I left the library.
Wow, this day went from ordinary to crazy. I just hope I don't run into that weirdo again. What the hell is security doing letting someone like that inside school? What if she was a serial killer, or even worse, a person who recruits good-looking teenagers, such as myself, to be a 'model' but instead you do it without clothes and thru the internet. Nooo!! My purity will be defiled!! I must bring this matter to the student council and--
”Ouch.” Oh, I bumped into someone. It was a girl.
”Oh, I'm sorry.” I reached out my hand to help her stand up.
”Don't worry. It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention.” She held my hand as she stood up.
”Oh…” She was the transfer student in our class. I really don't remember her name.
”Thanks for helping me. I'll be on my way now.” She started running and calling for someone. ”Eli! Where are you?”
I guess I misjudged her. I thought beautiful girls like her are stuck up and all. Or maybe she's just a yandere.
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The next day, I came early to class. I needed to water the plants in our classroom. While watering, I saw some of my guy classmates placing something under a table one after another. I think those were letters or something. Love letters maybe? Oh, it's for the new student. She might rival my record for number of confessions. Haha.
I went to the bathroom to refill my watering can, when suddenly…
”Have you reconsidered my request?”
”Waahhhh!!” It was her again. The butler. ”What are you doing in the boys CR? What if someone sees you in here with me?”
”I was following you. I would scream 'Help. He's raping me.'” What the heck? I don't know which is scarier, the fact that she's following me around, the way she straight up answers my questions, or that she'll use the word '****' without hesitation just to save her skin.
”Anyway, I don't think you'll stop bothering me unless I hear you out. Let's talk somewhere else.”
”You are correct. And if you're taking me somewhere else, please don't try to **** me.”
”Stop using the word '****' already!”