Chapter 3

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"Where are we goin' Greg?" It's been 3 hours since we departed. Note: we havent talked for the whole time. Talk about awkward.

"Dont you trust me Xeithe?

"I do, idiot. I mean, come on!," I throw my hands up in the air to indicate my exasperation, "I'm dying of curiousity here." Seriously, my mind's bugging all the frickin time everytime he goes secretive and surprising. 

He only just chuckles. I crossed my arms and he gives up sighing, "Fine, fine fine. We're going to Northwest Academy, to clear our thoughts about Lee Fultron." 

Let me remind you again folks, Lee Fultron's the Arts teacher of Layla, the one who gave her the assignment on drawing houses, specifically abandoned houses. *scoffs* Come on, what kind of teachers who let their students draw abandoned houses? Instead of abandoned, scary houses, shoudn't it be hills with colorful rainbows on top of it and the shining yellow sun...and birds flying with the strong win---

"Buckle down, mate. We're here," says Gregory, snapping me out of my reverie. 

"Gee, thanks Captain Obvious." I mock.

And we roamed the whole school to find Mr. Fultron.

"He's in classroom 211," says the teacher who's in charge of the registrar office.

CLASSROOM 211

"Here it is, Greg" I say, getting the papers out of my bag. These papers really do find comfortable here, they wouldn't let go. Come on. With great force, I finally taken them out. Phew.

To my surprise, Gregory's already entering the room without my consent and...well, knocking. He didn't knock for potato's sake. Does he even have any manners? Gadd, I could feel like slapping him in the face...with a brick sometimes. 

I have no choice but to enter the room immediately. 

"Good morning Sir Fultron," I greeted him with a smile, stretching to him my hand.

"Well, hello Ms. Kieff," taking my hand and shook it, "it feels like forever since the last time I saw you." Uh-huh, with my sister.

"Feeling's mutual Mr. Fultron."

"Have a seat." He offered, "And to you too, Mr--" he pointed at Gregory. 

"Moore," Greg answered immediately and took a seat. 

*cricket sounds* Okay, just imagine there's a background noise of crickets chirping. 

There was an awkward silence. 

"Errr, uhm *coughs* So, Mr. Fultron," I look at the papers. 

"So, Mr. Fultron." I cleared my throat, "we would just like to ask some few questions, if you don't mind.'

"Yeah, uhhh, sure. It's fine." he answered, I could actually see him sweating and holding his breath. Mmmhm-mm, could you be the merciless bastard who killed my sweet, pretty, young sister, Lee Fultron?

I pulled out my notepad and ballpen while Gregory, on the other hand, pulled out his voice recorder and the file cases.

And after that, we started firing Fultron......with our questions, of course. We asked him the typical questions and likewise, he also answered them with stupid typical answers. As a matter of fact, he doesnt seem so suspicious or even interesting either. He looks bored and quite saddened about recalling his teacher-student moments with Layla. 

..."I remember Layla being the most participative in my class," just hearing her name tears my heart, "she was fearless yet gentle and sweet at the same time." 

"I know, I know," I said, choking up my sobs. 

Shit, am I crying? 

Greg suddenly stood up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fultron. You've done enough." and he grabs me out towards the exit. 

We are walking towards the parking lot. Greg stopped and turned to me, "Hey. You alright, mate?" and shook me. 

I wiped my tears and laughed, "Hell yeah, I'm fine Greg. Why wouldn't I be?", I lied.

"Come here, you doodle-doo" he grabs me and hugged me. 

His scent lingers on my nose, and I could barely breathe. But nonetheless, I appreciate him doing it, 'cause all by means, I badly needed this. 

I poured out my pain into his chest, I sobbed uncontrollably. How could I be this weak? How couldn't I just control my tears from pouring down everytime I hear her name? How could I be so soft and so...fragile? Gadd, I can't do this. I don't think I can do thi---

"You can, Xeithe." Shoot, did I just say that out loud?, "You can."

I pulled out from his hug, "Ha-ha, no need to repeat it, mate."

"Just so you can stick it up in your stubborn head," he shot me his smile,"....mate"

"Yeah, screw off." I pushed him hard. But hey, Im not mad or something, I just realized what we're doing and it's..well.....awkward. 

"I was kidding, Kieff" he catches up.

"Uh-huh, kid your arse." I smacked him in the back of his head.

"OW! What was that for?!"

"For being such a douche."

"Oh yeah?" Gregory surprisingly leans in closer. I take few steps back and I finally hit the cold wall. Oh no, don't he dare. His forehead almost touched mine, I could barely breathe. I just closed my eyes, panicking, not knowing what to do.....and few seconds later, he's lying on the cold, hard ground, crying in pain.

"What the---" Shit, he's bleeding. Let me repeat; Gregory is suckin' bleeding! What the heck would I do for potato's sake?!

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII---" he screamed. 

"Greg, pull your pants up." I should calm down myself, because if I wont, my assistant would be dead in no time.

"What? No, I---"

"SCREW IT GREG! PULL YOUR FCKING PANTS UP!" 

And so he did, and shit, he's shot and it was hella bleeding hard alright. I tore some pieces of strips from his pants and tied it around the wound to stop the blood from flowing. 

"Come on, mate. Let's get you to the hospital." I picked him up and carried him to the car. When I was about to close the door, a familiar figure, carrying a weapon that is somewhat-you-can-call a gun was running out of the hallway. 

Fultron.

That piece of shi----

"AAAAAAAARGGHHH" 

I shut the door and started off the engine, "Calm your cherries, mate. We'll hunt him down alright....but just right after we heal your sick arse."

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⏰ Last updated: May 08, 2014 ⏰

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