Chapter 1: Chapter 1: He has a Few Screws Loose (1)

“Elle, I like you! Will you da—” 

 

On one fated autumn morning, in the blissful presence of the red and gold leaves behind the school’s empty gymnasium, one of the idols of the school asked me out. 

 

“I’m sorry, I am not interested.”

 

That makes it six.

 

Once again today, I broke into half a smile and rejected another man who I had never shared a word with. Before he pretty much dragged me to the back of the school, Rem told me this guy was a ‘handsome prince’ and the ‘third person I’d like to date- by the girls’ in the school. Sure, his looks weren’t bad, but his personality... It made me wonder just many “idols” the schools in Hell City even have.

 

“Oh... Do you have a boyfriend, then?” He leaned ahead and stretched his hands out to grab mine. “If not, won’t just one date be fine?”

 

I stepped back. The persistent man followed. No matter how much attention he might be getting from the students here before I transferred in, he didn’t have any right to act like this. I was about to walk away with a stern word when the crunching of a leaf sounded out.

 

Both of us turned to our side. 

 

Something approached us. Its gleaming red eyes and pale white hair fluttered as his hands and feet crawled over the dirt yard of the campus. His back was turned to the ground and his torso upward.

 

Monster?

 

No. It was a student walking around while doing the bridge! 

 

“W-what the fuck! Who is this guy!?” The ‘idol’ in front of me warped his face in disgust. “Fucking get lost, bastard!”

 

He ran to the bridging guy and was about to kick him when I pulled him by his collar.

 

This student, I remembered him. He was in my class. I had run into him multiple times, a complete weirdo and an outcast with a strange brain. They said he was a maniac, but I was sure that he was just a slow child. Seeing him made me remember something about the idol bastard too, always bullying the poor guy with his friends every chance he got.

 

“E-Elle?” 

 

I narrowed my eyes, not hiding the disdain anymore. There was no need to be kind to such bastards. At once, I swept his legs off the floor and dropped him to the ground.

 

“I already said no. I am not interested in you.”

 

He looked up at me with a shocked gaze, as if unable to understand what was going on. In the very next moment, his ugly mug contorted into another frown as he tried to grab my legs.

 

“You bitch! How dare you—AHK!”

 

I stomped my foot on his face. The man yelped and fell back to the ground.

 

“No one likes persistent guys. Think twice before bullying someone next time and a girl might just give you the time of the day.” 

 

I didn’t spare him a second glance as I walked away. A few gaits away, the bridging student from my class was frozen in spot, staring at me with widened eyes.

 

“And you, you shouldn’t walk around like that. People will come after you again.”

 

With that, I walked away.

 

“Hah! HAHA! HAHAHA!”

 

For some reason, the bridging guy was having a laughing fit.

 

Not my problem.

 

***

 

It had been one week since I transferred over to clover highschool. 

 

Due to my parents’ work, we had to move over to Hell City and I had to change schools a month after the classes started. Luckily, it happened while I was still in my first year and everyone was new to the environment. I could adjust quickly. In no time at all, I had become a favorite of the teachers and was already bogged down with responsibility. Not to mention, the constant attention from the people here was annoying too, having to reject six guys in a single week was already a hassle.

 

I sighed and looked out of the window from my seat, spinning a pen in my hands. The strange shapes of the wispy clouds and the pungent smell of leaves the autumn breeze brought in were calming.

 

Lavish buildings and mansions filled my sight beyond the cityscape as posh cars zapped through the wide streets. Not a speck of dirt was in sight on the ground and everything around seemed vain. The difference between this place and my home was stark. 

 

“Haah,” a sigh escaped me. “At least the autumn skies are pretty.”

 

“Hm? Elle, what was that?”

 

As I turned to my side, I saw a familiar pink-haired girl. Her sharp, cat-like eyes and mischievous smile perfectly fit her pretty face. With a fork in hand, she tilted her head to the side and stared at me.

 

“It’s nothing.”

 

This was Rem. My first and best friend over here. She was the first person to approach me when I came over here and had already helped me a lot to fit in.

 

“Elle,” Rem suddenly leaned closer, her eyes sparkling. “How did it go with that guy from Class D? Are you dating now!?”

 

I pushed her away and clicked my tongue. “Tsk, why didn’t you tell me he was an asshole and a bully?”

 

“Eh? Does that matter? Isn’t he hot?”

 

“So you’ll set me up with anyone as long as they look good? Also, no, he’s ugly and rotten, just like his personality.”

 

Rem crossed her hands and smiled wider. “Everyone is trash in front of our beautiful Elle!”

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“Tsk. Enough already.” I waved the matter away and Rem followed. “Any plans for tonight?”

 

“Still don’t wanna go home?”

 

“Nope. Not one bit.”

 

Rem smirked. “Let’s trash the basketball team again?”

 

“Haha, we’ll bet some money this time!”

 

Rem and I clasped our hands before diving into the food again while making small talk. After a bit, we decided to trash the girls on the basketball team, take their money, and then treat them to a meal with their own funds. 

 

The break was about to end with us laughing in the nigh empty classroom when a knock sounded on my desk. Standing there with his white hair fluttering back from the breeze was the bridging kid from this morning. He stood quietly, his hand outstretched toward me. Looking at his stony face and crimson eyes made me think that the title of an ‘idol’ fit him much more.

 

“Um... hi?” I said, feeling awkward in the silence. At first, I thought the silence was only our own, but to my surprise, every student that was left in the class had stopped eating and all of them stared at us.

 

“Take it,” he said, stretching his hand again. I lowered my gaze and noticed an envelope held in his hands.

 

A letter? Was this to thank me?

 

“Hey you, what do you think Elle—”

 

“Shh, Rem!” I cut off Rem, who didn’t hide her displeasure at all. Then I turned back to the kid and smiled again, taking the envelope from his hands. “Thanks, I’ll read—”

 

Before I could finish my words, he scoffed and turned his back, walking away. Our eyes only left his back when he stepped out of the classroom and we couldn’t see him anymore.

 

At once, Rem turned to me and leaned up close. “Elle! Don’t get involved with that guy! Why are you talking to him?!”

 

All the other students in the class nodded fervently at her words.

 

“Why are you being so rude? I know he acts weird, but he’s just a little slow.”

 

“”SLOW!?""

 

The number of strangers butting into this conversation was no joke.

 

“Elle, are you crazy?” Rem chided me while pulling some insane finger acrobatics on her phone. She pulled up her screen and showed me a picture. “You are calling the top student in the entire nation slow? He’s not slow!”

 

“W-what?” I yanked Rem’s phone off her hand and stared at the screen. It was the final ranking for the aptitude tests taken by the country before high school started. With a photo plastered next to the first rank was the name Vera. The photo was unmistakable too.

 

“No way, didn’t this test have an interview round too...? This guy was walking while doing a bridge!”

 

“I told you!” Rem screamed again and all the others nodded. “This guy is cunning and talks normally with the principal. Vera, that guy. He has a few screws loose. Just don’t be involved with him anymore!”

 

Honestly, I had no choice but to nod with the rest here.

 

Still, I was curious about what kind of letter he wrote. I pulled up the envelope and opened it.

 

“Seriously? Just throw that away,” Rem said. “That bastard must have written you a love letter or something.”

 

I giggled at her words and pulled out the paper within.

 

“Free coupons....?”

 

“Anger management classes...”

 

***

 

I dragged my body through the streets of Hell City. In the dead of the night, through the thin alleyways leading away from the highest-class districts of the city, even the streetlights seemed to be on the side of the night with their dim illumination.

 

“God, I shouldn’t have played around this late.”

 

Not only was I tired, but I was also damn sleepy. Thankfully, there was no one waiting at home, or going back at 1 AM would have surely landed me in some fleeting sense of trouble. I guess.

 

For safety’s sake, I pulled out my phone and opened the messaging app. I followed the narrowing walls down the quiet streets as I left a ‘running late’ message and my location to Rem and a few others. 

 

Right after hitting send, I raised my head and groaned. A sudden beam of light flashed through and assaulted my eyes. 

 

The rugged sounds of wheels and acceleration followed right behind.

 

A car was going through this narrow street this late at night?

 

Before I could register the shape of the car, a ramming force jammed into the back of my head.

 

The angel of sleep had come and was forcing me to go with her. I was but a mere human. The more she pulled, the further my body went.

 

The sharp light from the distance now seemed just as dim as the streetlights before.

 

“Sir, we got the girl.”

 

The world darkened.

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