What if you died yet you're given a second chance to live your life? Not as yourself but in another person's body, living his life? What drama will you face? Are you able to uncover the secrets behind the cause of the person's death? Can you...live...
Whispers flooded the area as I slowly listened into their conversations, picking up a few pieces to my questions here and there as I approached my first class, some business shit. I'm so going to fail all my tests. Well, at least I got some info. So this guy Fayne may or may not be gay and he was apparently pushed down the roof so it's either accidental or on purpose. Okay thanks for the info pheasants, saved me the time and effort. Well... here goes nothing.
Opening the door with a loud bang, eyes turned, as usual towards me as the lecturer's eyes softened upon landing on my figure, his hands motioning me to go to his side. "Class, this is Fayne Johnson. Due to certain reasons which most people would have already known, he's now finally back in school. He's suffering from amnesia so try not to overwhelm him." He announced, pausing for a while before turning to me, "Your seat is behind Rachel." He pointed towards where a red-head is seated as I slipped into my seat silently after thanking him.
"Okay please turn your textbooks to page 351-" He started as everyone turned to face the whiteboard, flipping their thick ass textbooks open. Glancing at my empty table, should I sleep or...looking around, my eyes landed on the person beside me who doesn't seem to give a care about the world as he stared out the window with a listless look.
Prodding him slightly on his arm, he shot me a look of annoyance as he glared at me with a cold look on his face. Oof. Hot. "Hey, can you lend me your book?"
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"No." He replied coldly, turning away from me and going back to stare out of the window. Oh what the hell? I asked nicely. Why are people so rude these days? Oh well. Who cares about studying anyways, not like I ever passed my tests before. Kicking his feet hard, who asked him to be so rude to me, he let out a sound of annoyance, giving me a glare for interrupting him.
"Wake me up when it's break." I ordered, earning a raised eyebrow from him.
"You're sleeping?" He asked in what seems like slight disbelief as he eyed me questioningly. What? Never see people sleep in class before?
"No shit, Sherlock. Meanwhile, you just continue to watch you pretty butterflies out there or whatever you're watching. Nights." I shot him down before making myself comfy on the hard desk and falling asleep. Man, classroom desk still sucks as bad as 7 years ago.
~ time skip ~
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I spat at him as he shrugged nonchalantly. Guess what this smart-ass did? He freaking kicked my table from under me causing me to slam down the floor! Who the fuck in their right mind does that?!
"You didn't ask me to wake you up nicely." He rolled his eyes before walking away with a green-head who's much shorter, catching up after him... is he even from our class? Anyways, as far as I've concluded, he's one huge ass dick head. But I guess I did not ask him to wake me up nicely too. Oh wells.
Getting out of my seat, I realised that all eyes were on me. Some look like they've just watched me kill someone while others looked like I've threatened to skin them alive. In other words, they look either shock or very shock. What's the big idea with all these people? Never heard someone swear before? Tsk, this is why I hate goody-2-shoes. They're simply irritating pests. Grabbing my wallet and phone, I trudged out the class to just meet another asshole who's looking down on me. Oh what the hell is wrong with this school? Can't I get some peace?
"What the fuck do you want? Get lost." I spat in annoyance, earning loud gasps from the people in my class. However, contradictory to them, the guy just snickered loudly before sneering down at me. Let's see... he's hot, he's tall, he's rich, he's a masterpiece. Lemme guess...sigh... another bastard. My favourite kind of species.
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"Seems like you've really lost your memories huh, Fayne the fag." He spat. Ew, I think some of his saliva splattered on me. Oh gosh, it rhymes. Fayne the fag. Lol. As I snickered to myself, he stared down at me like I'm some weirdo. Oh seems like I've spoken my thoughts out instead. Ah who cares, not me.
"Can you like move aside? Your fat ass is hogging up the whole door." I yawned boredly as he glared down at me like a raging bull. Don't worry, your ass is one fine ass sculpture but mine will top yours anytime. Oh shit. I've wasted 10 minutes of break. The cafeterias must be packed as shit. Perks of school life. Totally...
Twisting my way out through the small gap, no thanks to how small this body is, I dusted my clothes before walking away without care as he stood behind me with steam coming out from his head. "Watch out fag! Do you know who am I?" He shouted, obviously pissed.
"A bas-" meh that's too lame. Turning back, I smirked lightly before sending him a wink. "The one who rode my dick last night? I thought you were the one who wanted to keep it a secret? Guess not." Turning away quickly, I made my way swiftly to the nearest cafeteria. I'm famished. Hopefully, the queue isn't too long.
Oh, did you see how red his face was? Bright red like a baboon's butt. Fucking hilarious.
