Logically Defected [Beta Version] BxB

Logic 11

"No!" We both told in unison.

Unbelievable.

Alas, the long day will eventually end finally.

"Kaze's POV"

"This is stupid." I thought in my head.

This school is stupid, everyone is stupid. Why is everything so stupid?! Fuck everyone.

You know what? Fuck it.
Just fuck it.

You don't need someone in life to tell you that, nobody does, because fuck it.

My entire life, people had always asked, 'why can't you just be nicer?'. Well, you know what? Fuck them.

I don't do nice.

What's the point of being nice when they're all just pretending in the end? I don't give a damn about pretending. People take advantage of kindness, they destroy you in your most vulnerable and weakest moments then discard you like trash. The world is like that. I don't need anyone to pity or care about me, it's disgusting.

"Kaze," Someone suddenly called. It's the brainiac that volunteered to be the director, such a waste of time. Must be nice to find an excuse not to act in this stupid play. Apparently, Miss Twirly took a leave of absence today for some reason and let the brainiac be in charge. Darn that old principal, I would probably be elsewhere enjoying doing nothing if he gave me community service.

What the fuck is he thinking? Does he really think he can pull off a stunt out of nowhere and just decide to do a theatre and prepare within just two weeks? How bullshit is that? Still, I have no intention of cooperating so I guess I shouldn't really be concerned.

"Kaze," The brainiac called once again.

"What do you want? Brainiac," I insulted.

"Umm, I have a name, it's Marui," The brainiac told back. Ugh, I hate people who whine.

"Get straight to the point, because I don't give a fuck about your name," I threatened. Fucking normies, always complaining about every single little damn thing.

"Right, if I could kindly ask you to rehearse your lines with Hide and pair up with him, I would be grateful," The brainiac politely asked.

"Yeah, sure. Now leave me alone brainiac," Without even looking at him and resting my face on one hand, I irritatedly gesture my other hand to shoo him away.

"Chill man, we're all friends here," A nearby muscular dude told, typical jocks. They all think they're so tough yet they're just as dumb as they look.

"My grandmother told me I should make friends with everyone, no matter what kind of person they are," Another guy told. "She sent our neighbor to the hostpital though," He whispered. Ugh, this classroom is full of weirdos.

"You don't say, Allen, my dad tried to wrestle my mom once and my dad lost," The musclehead boasted.

"That's kind of impressive. Not as impressive as Jesskah's make up though," The whimp sarcastically joked.

"Finally, someone actually appreciates me, Garren should learn a thing or two from you," The attention seeker complimented. I'm running out of nicknames to give because I already gave the 'bitch' title to someone else. Ugh, everyone's so noisy.

"Can you all shut the fuck up? Friends? What a sick joke, you're all delusional," I angrily intruded. Ugh, these people are so annoying.

"What are you going to do about it?" The musclehead threatened arrogantly. Let's see how further pretentious he can get. I reach out one of the pocket knives around my waist and ended up reaching for the multi-purpose one, I guess this will do. I tossed them skillfully into the air then caught it with a single hand and retracted one of the knives, afterward I juggle it around my fingers back and forth with ease. I stop and decided to slice the tip of my finger on my opposite hand and it started to bleed a little. The others around me beckoned in fear, awe, and silence.