Lame Chapter 8

(A/N: This chapter is literally canon. Whoops.)

Next Day…..

"Hmm…. The rooftop is quite the nice place…." Garou sat down, not wanting to deal with anyone. Dangling his feet over the edge, he took a bite of his lunch, enjoying the superb cooking. Taking a bite of some rice, he heard the sound of someone opening the roof door behind him.

"Sup." Garou turned, waving.

"Hey." Eli smiled, sitting down next to Garou.

"God…. Sometimes it's nice to just have some peace and quiet…." Garou growled, thinking of the annoying clique that surrounded him and Daniel at all times. Actually, it was mostly Daniel. Due to his…. Feral look, and such, most kept their distance. Besides Mary Kim. She was….. Sociable….

"Yes…. That is true…." Eli smiled again, his face shining brilliantly in the morning sun.

"Yes…. Says the playboy…." Rolling his eyes, Garou looked down below, the wind blowing against his silver hair.

"Come on, don't be so rude…." Eli sighed, adjusting his weird cotton candy hair with a black comb.

Laughing, Garou finished up the rest of his fish, placing the tray to the side. It was honestly a wonder as to why no one ever came up here. Maybe due to the great lack of railings? There was a fence, however, that was extremely flimsy-looking, and swayed in the wind…..

"So… What are you guys doing for the School Festival, anyway?" Sort of curious, Garou asked.

"Well, I'm cutting hair, and I am also participating in the Slave Auction!" Chewing, Eli replied, like there was nothing wrong.

"Cutting hair?" Garou tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh yes, so….." Eli went on, talking in excitement.

Few Weeks Later….

*Insert upbeat music and other crap here….*

The sound of music boomed through the air, and the chattering of people made Daniel freeze up as he looked around.

In the near distance, a crowd of people had assembled around a DJ booth, with two people handling it.

Garou went off, going past the many booths the students had in store. Water balloons, bread, carnival games, and so on.

Walking through the grassy field, Garou laughed a little as he watched Zack Lee, the guy he had beaten up sometime earlier act as a dummy of sorts, weaving and dodging all of the punches being thrown at him.

The sky was a bright clear blue, with a few fluffy white clouds drifting about.

With his tall physique and fearsome appearance, he was partially the center of attention with quite a few people.

"God… That dude looks tough…."

"Isn't that Garou from the Fashion Department?"

"Guy who beat up Zack Lee…."

"Damn, he is hot!"

"I know, right?"

"Do you want to ask him for his number?"

"Hell no! You do it!"

"What is that haircut?"

Honestly though, even if there were many things to do, Garou only felt that the Bakery Departments' thing was actually decent. Though not the most profitable, the bread was genuinely good. Sort of dry sometimes though. Too bad not many high schoolers were into bread.

There were many people from other schools here too. Maybe he'd meet someone interesting… Probably not though.

"Get him!"

"C'mon Vasco!"

"Show your manliness!"

"Beat him!"

"Arrrghhh!!!!"

"Yeah!!!!"

At a small wooden table, a crowd had gathered. With countless people, mostly male teenagers, Garou watched as a very tearful Vasco went against many other people in countless rounds of arm wrestling. Poor guy. He really was a pacifist of sorts….

Garou decided not to bother him.

Having nothing better to do, he joined the crowd at the DJ booth.

"Yeah~ Put your hands up! C'mon! Let's go!"

There were two DJs at the booth, raving away.

One, a young man, had his hands in the air, waving and yelling. He seemed like the type of guy that would hang out alone at a bar. He had light black hair coming down messily to his shoulders and a lean build. A pale complexion and brown eyes. Apparently, his stage name was DJ Roofy. Lame.

The other one was a blonde. She also possessed short hair and was quite curvy, with a thin waist and thighs. Not on the level of Mary Kim or that one hot convenience store woman, but she was still pretty. Wearing a white tank top that exposed her stomach, she was currently doing the air trumpet. And her stage name was DJ Chatty. Also extremely lame.

"To-to toot-tot toooooot!"

Garou shuddered a little. No one else seemed to find the air trumpet weird, and in fact, they got even more hyped up. Weirdos….

"Drop the beat now!"

Screams of excitement echoed about as the music went up by a few decibels, bursting a few poor children's eardrums.

Eating a pretzel he had previously bought, Garou wandered off once more. It was a pretty good one, with a crunchy crust and some extremely chewy dough within. There was also a tinge of sea salt to it. Great, truly. But, it would be better if the Pretzel wasn't as chewy. Though chewy dough is good, it can be sort of infuriating if too chewy.

"Aiyee!!!"

"OMG!"

"So cool!"

"Hot!"

"Marry me!"

The screams of tens of love-struck girls, and boys practically shook the area. A long line stretched on and on. Garou looked over, as Eli Jang smiled cheerfully, complimenting the girl whose hair he was cutting. So smooth, that guy…

But from the looks of it, the pretty boy wasn't very good at cutting hair… Seriously, he just cut off some bangs and such.

There really wasn't much to do. He had already tried out most of the other stuff early on. Most of it wasn't too interesting, but they did their best.

Later…..

"The actual hell…" Garou muttered quietly, staring in horror at the walkway before him. With a crowd around roaring in laughter, the three people on the walkway were, to say the least, extremely humiliated.

Next to him, Daniel, Zack, and Doo Lee were understandably confused.

The "models" seemed to be wearing extremely strange clothing. One was wearing some old aristocratic cape with a frilly shirt, another literally wore a Shark head attached to a white tanktop. As for the last guy, we don't talk about him.

As the group of embarrassed models quickly ran off the runway, jeering and mocking could be heard.

"Why the hell did you come up with that rubbish!" A roaring yell echoed through the venue as the Shark-man, a lanky guy with long black hair seemed to be shaking a small child.

The small child in question, was in reality, a sophomore. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. With a dyed brown mohawk of sorts and earrings, his name was Gong Ji, a teen with…. Unorthodox taste in fashion design.