A daydreaming cynic's new fame and friends

The only unusual thing about this otherwise grey, banal day, was the brand-new pocketknife in Yuuya's jacket. After the whole “star-student scandal”, she came to learn even more things about Cloette. One being that she comes from a quite respectable family, the other being said family's obsession with status. Seeing as 14-year old Yuuya Hibeki singlehandedly wrecked the prestigious daughter's reputation with a single click, consequently casting shame on the family itself, even leading to minor financial declines within their business (what their business is Yuuya still doesn't quite understand) and a massive wave of journalists having assembled at the family's door, she was not exactly their favourite person in the world. She had even gotten several ominous text messages from anonymous senders, which more than passive-aggressively wrote that they would “welcome” Yuuya once she finally showed up to school. Hence, the casually walking around with a pocketknife in her jacket. But Yuuya did not feel scared, oh no, quite the opposite. She saw this as a perfect opportunity to do more evil. It is, after all, easier to be evil when people hate you. In fact, Yuuya felt happier than she'd felt in a long, long time, death threats and all. At least one person in this world considered Yuuya as an unforgivable person, and she'd bet a lot more do too. Distraught friends, family, lover boy in court… The confirmation of her hard work just felt really nice. Now walking the streets of the very neighbourhood where devastation had taken place a day ago, Yuuya Hibeki was practically looking for trouble. And she did not have to look for long. In the form of three high-school girls, trouble found her. Their names were irrelevant to Yuuya. She only needed to know that the three of them were classmates of hers, and close friends to little miss class president. They stood a few meters away from her, perfectly blocking the way ahead with nasty little frowns on their shaded faces, the setting sun against their backs. Yuuya stopped. The three girls were still wearing their school-uniforms, despite school having ended for the day, as to somehow show their defiance against Yuuya. The middle one, thin and bratty looking, initiates;

“You must know how much of a fucking nobody you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't feel the need to drag others down for some sick self-validation,” the beginning words lashed out of her mouth like whips at Yuuya, who remained silent.

“You think you're pretty funny, huh? Ruining Cloette's life like it's a game to you!” the one to the left continues, tears of frustration welling up in her glistening eyes. “She hasn't come to school, you know! She might get expelled because of you!”

Because of me? Don't make me laugh, Yuuya cynically thinks to herself, coldly glaring at her classmates. Miss star-student is going to get expelled because she couldn’t keep her tongue inside her mouth, that's why. That boy, too. Don't blame me for acting irresponsibly and getting yourself a place in court, that's all you. What kind of 19-year old twink gets off on a 14-year old, anyway? You were so madly in love you just couldn’t wait those four years, huh? I bet you were just tired of being a good-boy, just like Cloette was tired of being a good-girl, and decided to have a little harmless fun on the side, fucking hypocrites. Makes me sick to my stomach. How about you write a letter, Cloette, formally apologising to dear Mr. Davis for being such a slutty student? You'll get a gold star!

“What, you're not gonna talk like usual?!” the third one shouts, breaking off Yuuya's inner monologue. “You only ever rear your ugly head when protected behind a screen, is that it?!”

Yuuya thought for a moment. What did they expect her to say? What did they want her to say? Did they want her to apologise? And everything would be as good as forgotten? Did they want a reason to beat her to a pulp? She looked at the girl in the middle, who she deemed as their leader.

“I don't know what you guys are trying to do, but,” she says just loud enough for them to hear, expressionless. “I don't regret it, if that's what you're thinking. And I don't feel guilty, either.”

Yuuya's apathetic words sparked immediate anger in the three girls, who all formed expressions of contempt upon hearing them.

“You bitch-!” the leader snaps and approaches Yuuya with menacing steps and clenched fists. She abruptly stops only seconds after, however, when she notices the gleaming pocketknife in Yuuya's hand. Her enraged expression shifts into that of a frightened one, and she takes a few trembling steps back with parted lips.

“W-What the fuck?! Y-You crazy bitch…!” she stutters with big fearful eyes, her previously snarky attitude completely gone. The other two behind her also turn from hounds to puppies, shrieking and trembling in place. The four of them all stand frozen in place, as if any small movement would shatter reality. The turbulence resides in their heads instead, in Yuuya's especially. Interesting how you thought I wouldn't put up a fight. You only beat a defenceless person, is that it? She silently thinks to herself, redirecting her judgment from Cloette to them. That's how it is with you girls. Aware of your own helplessness, you clump together with other, equally useless girls, and suddenly think it's your own strength. You suddenly think you have the right to crush other weak, helpless girls like you, like you're any different.

“Disgusting,” Yuuya spits out, still with the same monotonous voice. That word was enough for her frightened classmates to break out of their paralysation and run off the way they came, screaming in a typical school-girl-like fashion with tears wildly running down their cheeks. Still in the frozen space between reality and time, Yuuya Hibeki remains standing with the small pocketknife in hand, watching the three girls run off into the auburn sunset.