I opened the front door of my apartment to see light flash unto my sleepy eyes. The light was conjured from the constant glistening of the sun.
I hastily shielded my eyes to avoid a black void spreading around my vision. (Author's Note: that's actually a common occurrence! Look it up!)
A yawn escaped the depths of my mouth as I stretched out my bruised hands over the front balcony, a railing-type part that covers all the other apartments' doors, as well.
"Crap… If I don't leave now, the neighbors will see my wounds..."
I mumbled to myself, forcing myself to make my very stubborn legs down the outside corridor, and unto the main stairs, leading all the way down to the first floor. Thankfully, since I leave the house everyday early in the morning, none of the neighboring adults, or people from my school see me. I want my private life to be at least a bit secretive.
Whilst walking down a street filled with other high schoolers like me, I saw a group of three, who filled my brain with disgust. The reason for this is due to them being the ones inflicting said injuries.
"...Hah…" sounded a sigh unleashing from my irritated face. Those guys, I hated them the most. Pretty evident why.
I entered the confines of my school, and walked throughout the cherry blossoms falling down from the air to the ground. It was quite pretty, to be honest.
It didn't take me very long before I entered my classroom, classroom 1-C. Not too bad, and not too good, either. Perfectly normal.
I sat on my seat, and let out an exhausted sigh. Even though I left early, I was still second-to-last to enter my room.
I'm just slow, I guess.
My teacher came in moments later after I did.
The teacher announced as everybody in the class stood up and bowed. We then sat down, and then he called out everyone's name. Then, out to me after it was over,
"Kuro Yangasaki. Come to the teachers after school. We have an important matter to discuss."
"Now that that's out of the way… Let me introduce you to our new student. Come in…!"
As soon as those words left his mouth, directing itself outside the door and into the hallway, a girl came in. The girl had bright blonde hair, and her eyes were stained with tints of blue and green. The way she moved inside the classroom and next to the teacher was something right out of an anime. My vision was polarized by the stunning way of her.
"Hello! My name is Emily Orishi! I am from the southern side of Japan, so I might speak weirdly to some of you. I hope you can understand that, and treat me kindly!"
With those words embedding itself into my brain, I couldn't help but feel petrified. It was a first for me. The first time I've been thrown back from a woman I've never even met before! It kinda got me excited!
My excitement didn't last long due to me remembering just who exactly I am in this school.
I'm one of the most unpopular people in the school. I get pummeled daily, death threats, and all-round just hurtful things. The reason for that is because of accusations. Let me explain…
So, I was decently popular when I first started high school, a singular rumor changed that.
A girl named Sofie Hakashu asked me out. She was the most popular girl in our grade. I flat-out rejected her, saying that I wasn't looking for a relationship at the moment, and then, out of a fit of anger, slapped me and shoved me to the ground. Hakashu then ran off, crying.
I didn't notice at first, but the next day, I'm an outcast, and it wasn't until three days after the confession that I heard the exact reason why everybody was avoiding me. Apparently, she had told everybody that I tried to sexually assault her right after she confessed!
Nobody told me the reason, nobody dared come close to me. The only reason I found out is because I overheard someone talking behind my back a little too loud.
Confronting Hakashu, I said, "Why did you spread that false rumor?! You realize that's messing with my life, too, right?!"
Once I was finished with that question, I slammed my hand down on the desk. A loud "thud!" came from that sound, of course.
She didn't say anything back. She just left the classroom.
Next day, I went through the same kind of treatment as before when I heard another rumor by that same girl. Actually, it came from the other members of the class, apparently. The other rumor is that I tried to hit her, but I stopped upon noticing all the witnesses,
"God dammit! No matter what I do, I can't effing get past this situation, can I?!" I yelled out in the hall, getting more and more agitated by the seconds that passed.
Well, now that my monologue is over with, I shall go back to paying attention in class.
Thanks to me not focusing on the teachers, the first class ended pretty quick. But, for some reason, I didn't feel quite right. In fact, I felt like I was being stared at. Wait, I'm being stared at?!
I turned around to see the same transfer student who came in today staring at me with beady eyes. I quickly looked away to avoid eye contact.
Oh, no… Why was she looking at me? Why, why!?
Thoughts like that ran throughout my mind, filling me with vast confusion. Oh, maybe she just found out about the huge lie? Yes, yes! That's the reason why. Kuro Yangasaki, you're so goddamn smart!
Why am I talking to myself in third person…?
At the end of the day, I was approached by Orishi-san in the classroom.
"You're Kuro, right?"
Calling me by my first name? Pretty ballsy.
"Yeah. What of it?"
"I heard the rumors about you. I'm curious about it."
"Hmm… What about it is confusing?" I said, glaring at her with annoyance.
"The fact is how convoluted it is. It doesn't make much since, especially after looking at you all day."
"You want a punch to the face…?"
"Not really, but I'm just stating. The way you sit alone with that face of yours you carry all day, it seems like you're scary, yes. However, I highly doubt you have a single bone in your body able to sexually assault a woman?"
This girl is pissing me off. Who does she think she is? Some kind of saint sent by the God's to warn us about the second coming? No. She's just an average girl who is asking too many questions for her own good.
"Get away from me. If you talk to me any longer, people are gonna think we're friends…"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes. Your popularity will plummet."
"I don't care about social status, though."
Huh? She doesn't? Maybe she really is a saint…
"Whatever… Just don't get too close to me. It's dangerous."
"Oh…? How so, mighty Kuro?"
Yeah, I'm gonna punch this woman at some point.
"I can't say… But, if you'll excuse me, I need to go see our teacher."
WIthout giving her a chance to speak a word back to me, I ran outside the door and into the hallway.
A tear flew down my face at lightning speed. She doesn't care if we're called friends, huh…? Why does that make me happy…?