Kai
To hell with winning against someone whose not even worth your time.
This irritation, annoyance, and resentment towards someone whose just so egotistical, someone who looked like a cliché bad boy who came out from an 80s films who took on a wrong turn of generation are extremely wishy-washy for someone as educated as me, as positive-minded as me, who knows so well, which is right and which is wrong.
But you know what happened?
That night when I got home, I couldn't stop thinking about the moronic and senseless thing that we were doing at the mall just because of a stupid but precious bar of chocolate that meant everything to me up until now. It was embarrassing as well, to say the least, that people were watching about it and my mom almost, I repeat, almost... nag me about it in the car. She said that it was inappropriate for me to start an argument with someone. But it wasn't me! It was him who started the goddamn chocolate debacle. Why was I the one getting the finger pointed at me? I was just holding my rights, as a chocolate lover, that I want was is initially been mine from the first place. Then he came and ruined it, snatching it from my hands and claiming it like I was a piece of cake to be played with that easily. Why is he so mean?
Is this because of his guitar? Is that why he was so prickly and a pain in the ass? I thought about it so much of how much damage I could have done to his guitar. Maybe I should have said sorry many times as possible. But why would I? It doesn't look that broken when it fell. But how could I know that when it was in its case? Note that at that time, it was that clothing type of case, not the hard one. Maybe it was me. Maybe... because of that, he acted that way when he stole my chocolate. Okay, let just leave the stole thing aside but for real, as much as I feel guilty that I made his guitar fell and that the damage is unknown to me... he should have said which part was broken or just let me know about it rather than go there at that particular aisle and annoyed the shit out of me.
Anyway, enough of the long thoughts. I have a spaghetti to finish before recess ends. This time I made to school early as the earliest birds who fly out to search for food. Not that I was searching for food at school but at this moment, I was extremely hungry after that long mind-poking thoughts, and yes, this time the hunger was real... not the crush hunger one. Charlie was beside me, eating away his egg sandwich. Oh yeah, did you know that sandwich is actually an earl name from a long time ago? I know, out of topic but I guess you should know that.
"Hey Kai, have you thought about entering that open mic thing that Mrs Hugo raved about during class? It sounds really cool... and I do cool. Not that I'm joining 'cause you know, I have games to play and-,"
"Gamers to be played?" I cut in, smiling at his nonsense philosophy.
He stops eating his sandwich, looking at me alarmed. "Hey! It's a thing okay? It's not even funny. You, my friend, out of all the intellectual should know that," He smiled proudly as he nods his head, loving the way the words came out from his lips. Looking at with disbelief and annoyance, I brush it off from my shoulder. My food was almost empty, so I just decided to throw it away. It tasted mediocre in my taste buds, yet I feel like my stomach would kill me after this. I just hope it does that when I'm at home. I hate using the toilets here. They smell like someone just puked all over the walls and that the janitor just decided to spray it away with plain water. Gives me the chills man.
Standing up, I packed up my now empty food as I made my way to the library to return the book that I borrowed last week. It never took me that long finish a book but once I got myself busy with a problem that wasn't there for me in the first place, there was just no way I could get myself out of it.
Walking towards the stairs that lead to the library upstairs, my eyes see someone familiar from afar. The only person who managed to make me notice them from afar since the beginning of how we met each other. None other than Stan.
He was walking with his friend I suppose. They were from the opposite of my direction and there was no other way for me to get to the library either than walking through or pass them. Manifesting the nonchalant unbothered face and vibe that I can, I try not to look at his way and just get to that library and give back this book. Easy. Simple and straight... forward.
As I walk, I could see how his eyes were silently watching me as he talks with his friend. There was this sudden urge in my chest that I needed to run away from his stares. It made me feel weird. I could immediately recognize the clothes that he's wearing... the style of hair he had today which basically the same as the last time I saw him, and especially the way his smirk that speaks unlimited boyish never leaves his face. Even when I wasn't looking at him, I knew what he looked like. Intuition? I guess so.
Now that I was about an inch away of passing them, my ear decided to act out and became itchy all of a sudden. My right hand went to scratch the area behind my ear to ease the itch but something else caught me. Stan was doing the same thing that I was doing, imitating my scratching like it was something funny as he smiles and chuckles with his friend. Stopping myself from walking, I turn to look at them with a bothered and miffed face. The two of them stop as well, watching me stop my steps suddenly. How dare...
"Did you just imitate me?" I questioned, walking closer to them, mostly towards Stan. My eyes were set onto him like a predator hungry for its prey, but in this case, I felt weak and threatened.
He cackled at me, smirking strongly at me. "What? No, you're just full of yourself. Why would I ever imitate you? You're just... un-imitate-able," He spoke, making me clench my jaw in irritation.
"T-that not even a word! You're-,"
"Yeah? I'm what? I think you're running out of ideas scholar, see ya," He replied then giving me a small wink. Did I see that right? Was I crazy? Am I out of my mind? My feet just stuck there on the ground watching him walk away. His friend was still there watching me with a pleasing face, then walking off to Stan. I don't wanna keep thinking about this but this guy, just makes it harder if he keeps doing things like this to me.
This was more than just a 'guitar mess'
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"Hey Kai! Wait up!" a female voice shouted at me. Turning to the voice, I saw Liara running after me. Charlie and I stop to see her before entering the car.
Standing in front of her now, I lower my head a little to see her face. "Yeah? Why did you call me?"
"I need to talk to you about something. This is like important for me and I know you can help me with it because you're like... good, extremely good at it," said the girl in a rush, she hadn't taken her breath full yet. "Hey, slow down! I'm not going anywhere. Well not since Charlie here is the one driving," I laughed, looking at Charlie as he rolls his eyes at me.
"Yeah, true...,"
Charlie then came beside me. "So what is it you wanna talk with Kai? I have this game that I ha-," I cut him off, punching his shoulder to keep him being a selfish ass. "Dude, 'respect'?" I snapped, emphasizing on respect with two fingers as an exclamation mark.
He sighed, then goes on leaning back on the car bonnet. "Alright, alright. Take as much time you want. Games can wait," He mumbled. I stare at him with a smile on my face. He was just so ravenous when it comes to games. Thanks to me, I manage to ease that need down.
"What? Go on, talk," He said, gesturing his hand for me to look away from him. Someone was mildly upset. Looking back at Liara, I focus on hearing her words.
"So? What is it that you need help for?"
She fidgeted, then in the end just decided to speak it out anyway. "I... have this talk that I wanna do at the open mic thing and I really need your opinion about it," Oh, wow, this was an honour.
"Wow, that's great! I would never do an open mic. I'm too...,"
"Shy?" She replied, finishing the sentence for me.
I nodded, but there was more to that but I just kept it away. "But yeah, sure, I would love to hear it. Just set a time and place?" I chuckled. But then, my eyes were being moved away by some sort of magnet that just places them onto the same guy who imitates me recently. Perfect.
He was on his Harley and my eyes just could not stop but stare at how his bicep flex whenever he clutches onto the handle. Why was he here? Can't you go home already?
"Kai? Are you... there?" Liara suddenly speaks, breaking away my eyes from the male on the motorcycle. Looking at her, I tried to play cool at what happened. Note: Cool...
"Oh yeah! I... I... was... um...," I just stop, can't decide how to continue the talk as I bring my right hand to wipe against my dry lips. But somehow, rather than focusing on that hanging sentence, I somehow caught onto Stan still imitating my action, he was too doing the same action that I did, not out of coincidence. Just because he wants to imitate. I don't know why he does that. It makes me feel like I'm being teased like I was a kid who only knows ice cream as his favourite food.
After that, I just couldn't take it. "Hey, Liara, do you see that guy over there?" I spoke, not caring how out of topic I was now.
"Yeah...?" She answered, confused about what I was talking about now. Hell, I would too,
"He's... He's been imitating my actions ever since recess and I'm like... what the actual fuck! Is his problem!" I yelled out loud, hoping that he heard me. It was true, after recess, we kept stumbling over each other and he keeps on following my actions. What in the world man!
Charlie then came to us, looking concerned at my sudden raised voice. Liara then glances back at me. "Hey... he must be um... joking with you? Um... I...,"
"What happened?" Charlie asked, interrupting Liara. With both of my hands going down from my hair to my face. I let out a loud sigh that spoke irritation, anger and just pure confusion to what was going on between Stan and I.
"That happened,"
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