How To Remember Someone (6)
In Professor Hartzâs class, we decoded ciphertext, solved problems and conducted experiments as usual. Of course, it was uncomfortable to feel a few stares. It was because of the strange rumours that two freshmen had beat up a senior. I knew those two freshmen were Leto and me.
Initially, I wanted to publicise all the atrocities that senior did, but if I stepped up out of nowhere, it would only make matters worse. But I soon realised that my choice was wrong. Unlike us, the seniorâs mouth was light[1]. He spread strange rumours that were a little excessive, no, it was really excessive, about being beaten by Leto and me.
[1] Light mouth: A person who likes to tell other peopleâs secrets and/or make false rumours.
I wondered if he still had feelings for Leto, since the more insulting rumours he spread were about me. Briseis is a poor, shameless and weird kid who came into this academy. Sheâs very violent, just like her parents, so she often threatens and bullies others. And so on.
Of course, the students and classmates who knew me well didnât believe the rumour. They were even worried about me. The problem was the people who didnât know me well and stared at me with stink eyes. But was I the type of person who cared about those gazes? Sorry, but it doesnât bother me at all.
âIt bothers me.â
Leto was differentâ¦He was upset about the bad rumours going around about me. Before entering Professor Hartzâs class, I stopped Leto from trying to seek out and threaten the guy again. Even after the class began, he sent a sharp look to the kids that glanced at me.
Even when I gently poked him on the side, telling him to cut it out, Letoâs eyes did not change. The people in the classroom began to be cautious of me under Letoâs gaze. Eventually, I gave up and focused on the class. Professor Hartz, who yawned while giving lessons with a bored expression, did not change a thing.
It didnât seem to matter if we reported his activity to the academy or not. I had also forgotten about Professor Hartzâs matter because of the sudden events. The culprit who was chasing us was caught. So, does that mean Professor Hartzâs offer becomes futile?
âWhat is on your mind, Miss Pierre?â
As I was thinking about it, Professor Hartz pointed it out. Although it was fine for him to slack in class, it doesnât seem like he tolerates students who did the same in his class. How is that fair? And I was spacing out because I was worried about Professor Hartz!
However, he was not a professor who would understand me.
âGet up and solve the problem on page 245.â
In the end, I felt resentful of the professor who made me stand up. There were already eyes on me, but when I stood up, it attracted even more attention. I almost let out a sigh when I saw the question at the bottom of the page. I donât think I would be able to solve it quickly and sit down.
The hunch was not wrong. I stuttered several times and was scolded by Professor Hartz before I could sit down. After being tormented by the professor, the sympathy I had for him yesterday faded away.
âClass ends here.â
As soon as the professor ended his sentence, the students rose from their seats. Leto and I were no different.
As I hurried out the classroom, I saw familiar faces at the door.
âLeah, Bree! Are you okay?â
They were my classmates. They looked worried and observed Letoâs complexion.
âItâs no big deal. Weâre fine, so donât worry.â
âReally? Thatâs a relief then. I heard that the senior told his family and that a family member came and made a fuss. So I was worried.â
ââ¦What?â
What did you say?
Just then, I saw a middle-aged woman with a sophisticated appearance in front of me. A woman, wearing heavy make-up and a bright red dress filled with laces, was approaching us. Beside her, the pervert who had been stalking us this whole time, huffed along.
As though the rumours werenât enough, he even brought his family member! Things were getting heavy.
âThat punkâ¦!â
Leto stared at the guy with his teeth clenched. At the same time, the guy spotted us, pointed his finger at me and opened his mouth. I couldnât hear a single thing he was saying, but it was definitely not anything good. The moment the guy pointed his finger at me, the woman instantly glared at me and approached me with an even furious expression. It was obvious that things would get noisy. Sensing signs of a fight, the students began to surround me and Leto.
As the numbers of spectators increased, the guy stood with a confident look. Heâs the one whoâs been stalking and following us, yet he acts innocent! How shameless.
âAre you Briseis Pierre?â
The woman approached me with her head raised stiffly and asked. The way she looked at me made me feel sick. Her gaze, which was looking at me as though I was below her, was no different from her sonâs.
âYouâre the one who made my sonâs face like this.â
âI did it.â
Leto stepped in. He stood in between me and the woman, protecting me. The woman was startled by Letoâs sudden intervention, but soon regained her composure. She cleared her throat and looked at Leto with a more aggravated gaze.
âSo, youâre Leah Arsene?â
âThatâs right.â
âFrom what my son said, he said that was the student that hit him.â
âI punched him first.â
âReally? My son canât lie. Surely, youâre not covering for that child, are you?â
She was trying to orient her attack on me somehow. The action was both ridiculous and prejudiced. When the woman and Leto quarrelled, the guy who was watching them tapped his mother.
Then, he whispered in her ear while looking at Leto slyly. As the womanâs expression brightened, Leto and I were overcome with an unknown anxiety.
âOh, the Arsene family doesnât recognise you?â
That guy must have lost his mind even after being beaten before. I stiffened at the guyâs action of poking Letoâs sore spot again. Observing Leto, he was staring at them with a cold expression on his face.
It was a big problem.
âWhat do you want, then?â
As the woman beat Leto, I asked her.
âNow weâre on the same page. If you give me financial compensation and a polite apology, I wonât have to bring this to court.â
âFine.â
âGood, the amountâ¦â
âLetâs go to court.â
At my words, the woman became speechless.
âThat guy stalked Leah all day long. I was there as a witness.â
I smiled faintly. It was my fault for hitting him, but I refused to apologise and give him a lot of money so easily. The womanâs expression crumpled, embarrassed by my confident stance. Hearing that I wanted to bring it to court, the guyâs face also shifted.
It was disgraceful for a noble to go to court. In particular, if a student from the prestigious Lexley Academy went to court, it would be published in the newspaper. More so, if they lost the case, they would lose their reputation.
âYouâll be fine, but would it be good for the Arsene familyâs child to go to court?â
The woman looked at Leto.
âDidnât you say it earlier? That I was the one who hit your son. So Iâm the only one who has to go to court.â
âCome to think of it, I think Lady Arsene hit me first, mom!â
âReally?â
Thatâs nonsense! The guy changed his words to his advantage again. The students that were watching the scene began to whisper even more when Leto was involved. It was then, Leto, who had been quiet, opened his mouth.
âWhy do we need to go to court? Once my family makes a move, itâs over for you.â
When Leto spoke with a sly smile, the woman and the guy flinched. Leto took a step forward and continued.
âYouâll be at a disadvantage.â
âYouâre lying! You think you can inform your family? Think about how theyâll treat you at home if you let your family know about your actions!â
That guy knew more about Leto than I thought. He seemed to know how exactly Leto was treated at home and how traumatised he was. Thatâs how much he must have stalked Leto and chased after him. He was a complete pervert.
The guy who knew Leto well was not frightened by Letoâs threats. Unfortunately, the guy was right. If Letoâs action was spread to the Arsene, Leto would have more issues to deal with. That wasnât all. I couldnât imagine how the family would pressure me. Then, I figured he would have to end it on his own terms somehow.
âListening to this is frustrating.â
I heard someoneâs voice. Perhaps he had been watching this all along, Professor Hartz stood there with a blunt expression.
âWh, Who are you?â
âItâs best if you leave. You wonât win if you go to court. Unless you want to lose your reputation and get your son expelled.â
âEx, Expelled?â
At the word expelled, the womanâs expression became even more grim.
On the other hand, Professor Hartz continued to speak with an indifferent expression.
âI will report this to the security. After all, the fact that your son followed and chased after Miss Arsene still remains. The evidence would be the paint on his uniform. You can ask your son a detailed explanation of the paint. If you spread lies in our academy, you can be suspended or expelled.â
âBut those kids used violence against my son, too!â
âThey will also be punished, but it is less likely to be as severe as your sonâs.â
âHow do you know that?â
âOf course I would know. My family are lawyers. Youâll know it when I say itâs the McTiner.â
McTiner. Wasnât that the greatest family of lawyers? It is a famous family due to their high winning rate of cases as well as producing large numbers of judges and lawyers. True to the familyâs reputation, the woman immediately lowered her tail at the word McTiner.