III

“Oh shit, she was more terrible than the last class,” a girl voiced with a horrified tone.

“I know. Did you see her make-up?” The other girl exhaled dreamily. “Heavenly perfect. Spotless.”

The two girls giggled as they sauntered past a gloomy looking Kimi, passing him a weary look. “Clover’s right. Dude looks weird.”

Kimi walked slowly to his next class with a frown on his face, clueless of the world.

I’m hungry.

“If it isn’t zombie boy.” The girl from the previous day walked into him and placed the heel of her shoe on Kimi’s toes. “Are you lost?” She placed her hands on her waist and her hips. “Did you just escape from the grave?”

Kimi bared his teeth. “Fucking leave me alone.”

The girl looked falsely surprised and placed a hand on her chest, her pack of followers gathering around the pair of them. “The undead talks. Shocking I must say.”

“He looks mad Clover,” a student snickered. “Is he going to explode?”

Students rushed by with just a spared glance but stopped in their tracks when Kimi violently pulled his leg from under Clover’s.

His shoulders locked into place as he glared up at Clover with raging eyes. “Fuck you.” And he walked away to his class.

Clover pouted in defeat. “I hate him.”

*

“Allow me to give you the answer to ‘x’ when ‘y’ is pissed,” the teacher said and turned towards the door when Kimi barged in with a frown. “And late.”

Kimi slowed his breathing and bit his top lip to control himself.

“And why’re you late?” The teacher fiddled with the marker pen in her hands. “Please, enlighten me.”

“I was held back by—”

The door was thrown open, and a calm Clover walked in. She sashayed into the class with a flip of her raven curls.

“Miss Mikher please I hope—”

“I was with the school’s nurse Mrs. Yin. I”—she rubbed her stomach—“wasn’t feeling too well.” She gave Kimi a faint glare. “Girl problem.”

Mrs. Yin just sighed and motioned for Clover to go to her seat. “Since you’re new and need to make up for the time you lost, see me after class.” She motioned to the class with a jerk of her head. “Take a seat.”

Kimi breathed through his nose and walked to the back of the class, searching for an empty seat but saw none except the one between the two brothers. He froze and jerked on his feet.

“Is there a problem Mr. Mikaelis?” the teacher called and received nothing.

Everything blurred as Kimi’s breathing quickened. His bag slackened.

Those eyes.

“Mr. Mikaelis.”

Those fucking eyes!

“Mr. Mikaelis!”

Kimi shuddered back into concentration as the pairs of uncanny eyes scrutinized him.

“Take. A. Seat.”

I still feel fear, he chanted in his head as he moved to sit, bumped his thigh against the edge of the table and successfully sat down as the not so sly pairs of eyes studied him from both sides. He held his bag to his chest. I still feel fear.

“Told you he was a freak,” Clover whispered as she noticed the frightened expression on Kimi’s face.

*

Students piled out of the classroom, some throwing icy stares at Kimi while the boy just sat in his seat, hugging his bag to his chest.

“Mr. Mikaelis come,” the teacher voiced as the last few students moved towards the door. “And Orpheus”—she looked up past the paper in her hand—“please shut the door on your way out.”

“Yes,” the boy mumbled and did as told, the door closing with a light tap.

Mrs. Yin breathed and dropped the paper as Kimi stood before her desk. “Young man you didn’t look like you were concentrating in my class and stop that.” She motioned to Kimi sinking his teeth deeply into his bottom lip. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is freaking fine,” he whispered hoarsely.

The teacher sighed. “As your form room teacher it is my job to make sure that my students are safe and—”

“Can I freaking leave for my next class.” He glared down at his teacher. “I’m late.”

Mrs. Yin sighed. “That was rude,” she sighed. “And I’ll let that slide out of goodwill.” She picked up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote something on it. “Tell the teacher that I—”

“Jiaozi!” The door flew open and a brown skinned woman walked in, a dark stain blotching a spot on her black jacket. “Jiaozi.” She stumbled and fell.

The teacher stood up and dashed to her side. “Pe—Principal Aardvark!” She helped the lady sit up. “What happened?”

“I didn’t... I didn’t do...” She moaned as she touched her neck.

Kimi just stared awkwardly at the pair. “Can I freaking leave?”

Jiaozi looked up with a dishevelled expression. “O-oh... um...” She rushed to her table and picked the paper. “Here. Say that you were with me.”

Kimi noticed the red stain that glistened on her fingers; he grimaced. “I’ll pass.” He rushed out of the room, narrowly escaping stepping on the principal.

As soon as he stepped into the deserted hallway he released a breath long forgotten and placed a hand on his trembling chest. With a calming exhale, he tugged on the straps of his bag as he shuffled to his next class.

After walking for five long minutes and getting lost and confused, Kimi took his timetable out of his pocket. He unfolded it and glared at the words written on it.

“History: Class 5B.” He looked up and studied the various placards pasted over shut doors and he grumbled when he realized that he was on the wrong floor. “I might as well freaking ditch the class.”

Passing his hands across his face in frustrated anger, he squeezed the paper in his annoyed fist and turned to walk back to the stairs on the other side of the stretching hallway. Although the sun was high up in the sky, Kimi felt like it had mounted him with a cackle and his expression was a strange mix between anger, tiredness and cheap expectancy.

This fucking better be worth my strength. Fucking teacher and her principal!

*

Dismally, Kimi stomped into the class and was welcomed by a room of disarray; the teacher was absent and students were jumping and swinging from one point in the class to the other like loose cockroaches. Kimi felt the last drop of sweat roll down his neck. It was absorbed by the hood of his jacket.

Trying to be inconspicuous and invisible, he tried slowly to shut the door and—

“Hey.”

Fuck!

Someone had caught him red handed in the chaos and she took swift strides towards him. “Yo, dude. You’re not supposed to—”

“Fuck what it is.” Kimi glared at the girl and turned to leave.

“Hey zombie!” Everyone shut up as Clover strutted to the two of them. “Go,” she ordered to the girl with a flick of her wrist.

Kimi’s jaw locked and his forehead creased as his expression turned to that of an angry ogre.

Clover pulled a face and clicked her tongue. “I wonder.” She tapped her chin as if in thought. “Do zombies feel anger?” She smirked down at Kimi like a maniac.

Kimi turned to stare confidently  into Clover’s eyes. “Fuck you bitch.”

She scoffed and tilted her head; she rushed to sink her fingers into Kimi’s wrist as he spun to leave.

“Fucking let go of my hand.” He tried pulling off her grip but she tightened it. “Fucking stop! You’re hurting me!”

“Ouch, that’ll scar,” hissed a student with a grimace as he jumped over a table.

Whispers roved through the air as Clover tightened her already vice grip.

“It’s a rule that whenever the teacher is absent the students are expected to remain in the classroom until their next class.” She shrugged with a bat of her eyelashes.  “But you don’t know that because you’re a—”

“Bitch you better fucking leave me alone.” He motioned to his hand in her sharp grip. “You reek of fucking stupidity, defiance and snot.” He forcefully plucked his hand down, surprising Clover and she tripped on her heels and landed on her butt. “Didn’t your fucking parents ever teach you not to ‘judge a book by its cover’.”

Girls rushed to aid Clover as she struggled to stand. She swayed on her feet and got mocked with snickers and stares; but most importantly she was quipped by Kimi’s snare.

Kimi just clicked his tongue and strode to an empty chair on the front row and plopped onto the chair. He hooded his head and moved to rest it on his table but the numerous straps of his bag hindered him because he had sat on them. With a low growl, Kimi pulled at the straps furiously, successfully pushing away his table, ridding himself of his chair and plunked onto the floor with a hard thud and an exasperated groan.

Taunting laughters filled his ears but was cloaked by the banging of tables. Clover came into view and shook her head in feigned pity.

“An ungraceful zombie,” she sighed with a sharp smile. “Pity.”

Kimi sighed and let every ounce of hope fly out his body like whispering ghosts.

And my mother says I’m just clumsy. He stood up and proceeded to arrange his seat. I’m definitely cursed.

Author’s Note: Hewwoo! (づ￣ ³￣)づ Finally updated. How was this chapter? Find anything new? I didn’t because my brain is trying to evolve. o(╥﹏╥)o Please vote, comment and share. No harsh words. Love Yourself and stay healthy! （-＾〇＾-）