Strings Attached

~Chapter 8~

We'd decided that for once, we'd attend the first class of our senior year together, and not skip it like we usually do. But he left me at the last minute and I had to do it alone. And he's gonna have to do something extraordinary for me if he wants to attain my forgiveness. Seth, the best friend he acts like sometimes, senses that I'm angry with him and might hit his head in a bit of time if he doesn't atone for his wickedness.

"Oh, come on, man. I told you I'm sorry. I'd slept really late last night. I couldn't even open my eyes when you called, I was so darn sleepy." "Not my fault." Where are those three jerks when you need them? I realize I haven't seen them at all this morning. "Stop being such a slob, Dan. Forgive me already," Seth tries once again.

I can't help feeling amused by the way he's asking me to forgive him. It's like he's pushing me into it. "Don't be such a slob, Seth. Leave me already!" I use his own words upon him. "You know you don't want that." "Then, do me a favor." "Anything for you, your Highness," he says, a self-satisfied smirk pasted upon his face. "Don't say that again, or you'll find your head in the gutter. It doesn't sound right, coming from you."

"Anyway, find out all you can about this new girl. You'll easily identify her. She wears this long robe, covered in black from head to toe." "Wait. The girl that you hit just this morning?" he asks me disbelievingly. I simply nod my head in answer. "Why do you wanna know about her?" "I just do. Maybe because she didn't give me the attention I deserve."

"But it shouldn't matter to you! Just do as I'm telling you to," I tell him sharply. "Doesn't she have a name or something," the idiot asks me sarcastically, or at least that's what I think. "No need to mock me. I don't know it yet. Why else am I asking you to find out about her?" "Must be some nutcase, if she didn't pay attention to you," he mumbles, sighing. "Hah! Now you're talking!" I tell him, patting his back. And he reluctantly goes off, yawning, to begin his investigations. That poor dear idiot. He brought this upon himself.

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After the Math class is over, I'm not in the mood to go and listen to the teacher drone about the principles of Management. I'd rather sit at the school Parking Area and talk about the 'principles of new students'. I'm sure their principles are pretty much whacked or they wouldn't have come here. It's stupid how anybody would want to come to this trashy school.

There's another reason why I'd rather sit here than attend my class. That's because this place gives a great view of every pupil who's going in or out of the school, and it gives me great pleasure in making them feel ill at ease by our bad comments. You can call me sadistic if you want.

We are sitting on the boots of our cars. Me, Seth and Chuck are sitting, laughing our heads out as Harte and Tyler show us their silly dance moves they've practiced to do in front of Turtleneck. Harte is actually a pretty good dancer, and that's about all that he knows doing. He's won a few good competitions too. I call them trivial but I secretly admire his talent, mostly because I can never move my feet like he does, even if I tried to.

"Hey guys, look at that new girl! God, isn't she feisty!!" Seth suddenly shouts, and we all turn our heads right. And true to his word, a very sexy looking girl is coming towards the school, swaying her hips and flipping her hair this way and that. She has straight black hair and looks very Asian. Must've come through the exchange program, I think.