In a Parallel Universe

FOUR || About to Explode

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I was never much of a violent person. Just thinking about hitting someone already makes me lose my energy. Before.

But now, there was this being I wanted to punch, slap, kick, and slam a book on its head.

"Move out of the way, imposter."

Speak of the fucking devil. This what was I was worried about. This Schulz guy kept calling me imposter out in the open for a week straight. A month from now there would be rumors an Aubrey doppelgänger appeared and I'll be thrown in prison, I bet.

"I have a name you know," I simpered, looking over my shoulder, in the hopes that he would stop calling me that. Although I know in myself he'd never do it in his life. Ever.

"You don't deserve to be called one," He replied and bumped my shoulder like a B-rate bully. "Imposter." He added, before walking away.

How petty! Why do I want to beat someone up and why is it Schulz? I'll give him another chance. If he kept calling me imposter, doppelgänger, or any of the sort and kept acting like a petty bully— "I will explode."

"Why would you explode?" A voice from behind asked.

Surprised by the sudden voice and at the fact I said that out loud I turned around to see who the person was. I released a sigh of relief once I knew who it was.

"Sorry, did I shock you?" He chuckled, "so why would you explode? Care to tell?"

"You lied to me, Evan."

"Me? What did I do?" He blinked, pointing at himself. Yes, you.

"You said he wasn't the type to spread rumors! I mean, he hasn't yet, but he kept calling me an imposter! What would others think about it?" I panicked. My paranoia ass can't handle this. "What if others were curious to know why he started calling me that and tell it to the principal and the principal tells it to my parents and tells them to the poli–"

He cuts me off, holding my shoulders. "Calm down. I think we should talk about this somewhere else. We're in the cafeteria and you're speaking quite... loudly."

My cheeks redden. "Oh."

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We sat on the bench, next to each other; I was holding a can of coke in my hands while he was holding a water bottle. "So..." he started. "Would you like to talk about it?" He tilted his head to look me in the eyes as he smiled warmly. There it is. His signature smile.

"Well, for starters. Does he like Aubrey?" I asked, fiddling with the can in my hands as the cold water droplets touched my skin.

He flinched, and the expression he showed when we were at the science room came back. His brows weren't furrowed and his face wasn't wrinkled but the way his eyes looked—the way his eyes were faintly filled with irritation. "I mean, I guess," he sighed, leaning on the bench. "Not like he's got any chance 'cause I'm the one Aubrey likes anyway."

Oh my gosh, I'm blushing. How can someone say that out loud without getting embarrassed? And it's my name, too. The realization made my face heat up more.

"Brie?" He leaned forward while his face was directed to me. "Do you feel sick? Your face is a bit red."

"Nah, I'm fine. It just feels a little hot in here," gesturing I was really fine, he smiled and leaned back again on the backrest.

"If he did spread rumors, I'm willing to keep my promise. I'll be there to help you." He said, looking up at the bright, blue sky. "I feel obligated to help you since it'd all come down to Aubrey when she comes back." He looked down at his shoes, "I don't want her to be welcomed by another stressful scenario when she just came back."

I smiled, heartily. His words were too sweet to not melt my heart. "That makes me more determined to deal with this!"

He met my eyes. His eyes, which turned to a golden hue under the sunlight, widened. "Thank you, Brie."

I wonder if... an Evan exists in my universe, too? If he does, then it would make me look more forward to going back to my universe to find him.

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This universe hates me. For our P.E. session today, we had to go outside to play badminton. And it turned out Schulz and I were partners.

He glared at me as he held the shuttlecock. I had a feeling this bastard would go all out in this activity.

As he raised the shuttlecock up in the air, he slammed it. It was on his racket when I saw it, yet it was already behind me. I looked at him and he had a pompous expression.

I glared back at him. "Two can play at that game." I took the shuttlecock on the ground, and took a deep breath in, and did a drive serve.

Unfortunately, he caught it and sent it to me with a smash. I gritted and dove on the ground to catch it. It flew up right in the air and fell slowly to his side and he smashed it to my side again. I stood up fast and dove to the other side. This bitch is killing me! It rose up like a straight line giving me a chance to stand up and finally my chance to smash it.

He took a step to the side. He glared at me and smashed it—not to the ground—but to my face. I gasped and crouched down.

That took me by surprise! He was seriously trying to kill me for real with that hit. I looked at him and he was smirking while looking down at me.

That's it. I'm done playing the good girl.

I cracked my knuckles. Taking another deep breath in, I held the shuttlecock. I carefully put myself in the most comfortable stance to bring out the deadliest hit ever. I threw it up and pulled my right arm behind for a strong hit. He saw it and immediately stepped back a couple of times.

"Got you," I sniggered, and did a net serve. He flinched and he wasn't able to reach it on time, diving on the ground.

I laughed, horrendously. I couldn't keep my laugh anymore. "What an idiot! You fell for that so easily, it was hardly a challenge!"

He sighed, standing up, brushing his clothes with his hand. "You're the same as her. Competitive," he whispered.

"I heard that," I put my hand on my waist with a brow raised. "Because I am her. Just a different her. So technically not an imposter."

He scowled, "you're pretending to be her in front of other people. How is that different from being an imposter?"

I froze. I couldn't say anything back. It's not like I want to be here, you know? I balled my fist. "It's not like I wanted this to happen," I said, almost in a whisper. I looked at him straight at his blackhole of orbs. "You don't even know anything."

"Even if I don't know anything—" he replied, grabbing the shuttlecock and tightening his hold— "it doesn't change the fact that you're fooling people around you." He continued, "Where did Aubrey go?"

"Is it any of your business?" I retorted, just like how he said before. "You're not close with her."

Before he could say anything back, our P.E. teacher, Mr. Russo, whistled, signaling us it was time to return back to class. I turned around, pivoting my heel.

"You're still an imposter."

A vein popped and I couldn't help but turn around to face him. Just what is wrong with this guy? I stomped toward him. "Listen here, you son of a bitch."

He winced, "what?"

"You heard me, you son of a bitch." I repeated, with much more emphasis. "If you really like Aubrey," I pointed at him, "don't cause her so much trouble. If I get in trouble, she'll be the one to fix things." I added, "do you really want that?"

He looked down at his shoes, clenching his fists. "No."

"Then we have something to agree on! So stop calling me that since there are ears everywhere. What if it catches someone's curiosity?" I smiled, placing my hand on his shoulder which he shoved away as fast as lighting.

I grunted. We can never get along.