Chapter 11: Chapter 2.4

Wake up and smell the coffee is a term I am oh so familiar with. Fantasy is often crueler than reality due to the fact that it is so close and yet so nearly impossible to grab. Reality is just there in your face, whether you like it or not.

I tend to blur the lines between my fantasies and my reality. I often visualize myself as a normal, functioning member of society. A bird soaring through the air of infinite possibilities and alternatives.

Then, as cruel as reality is, it takes aim with a rifle and shoots me out of the sky. 

I sat on one of the many school benches, holding a can of grape soda in my left hand. After opening the can, I pressed the cold metal against my lips and drank.

From anyone else’s perspective, I probably looked like that one lonely emo kid who sat by himself in order to be alone and sulky. Let me tell you, perspectives are a hell of a thing because it is quite the opposite. I haven’t been able to actually make friends like a normal person would, apart from interactions with Minori, which I wouldn’t actually consider a real friendship.

How does a friendship commence? By the shake of a hand or the blink of an eye? Maybe just crossing paths will be enough.

Alright, that's enough moping around. Back to my regularly scheduled path to a relaxing school life.

Uh, where was I now? Oh yes, the school clubs.

After getting out of the club registration hassle, I took a seat on one of the many benches that were spread out across the school campus.

I’ll be honest here: mixing and mingling is very taxing on me. In fact, it has never been my strong point. Much of my life, I’ve been a turtle hiding in my shell instead of a social butterfly.

I finished my drink and stood up to throw away the empty can.

Suddenly, someone came tumbling before me. Huh? Was he practicing to be a tumble weed or something?

The student slowly got to his feet and rushed over to another student.

Oh, it's a fight? When did this develop? The area was rather calm, with students just hanging out with each other.

The student who fell at my feet swung his fist at the bigger student. This guy is at least 6'1 and pretty muscular. A brave choice indeed.

For some reason, I felt like someone was staring at me while I watched this potential one-sided fight.

This bigger student sidestepped the attempted punch and gut checked him with a rising knee.

I must say that it looked painful. Beyond that, I noticed another male student laughing at the situation.

This guy just looks like your typical high school villain.

He stood roughly at 6'0 with a toned body, long blonde hair, and black eyes. He just has this sinister feeling about him.

He placed his hands in his pockets and said, "That's enough, Yusuf."

Hmm, so the bigger guy's name is Yusuf. He sure looks like one.

Yusuf delivered one more kick to the downed student. That was like adding salt to a wound.

I looked at the student groaning on the floor in pain and shook my head in disappointment before walking away.

As I made my way back to class, I saw Minori in the corner of my eye. So that's who I felt staring at me.

She quickly approached me and said, "Why didn't you attempt to stop the fight?"

Huh? Does she think I am a referee or something?

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I sighed and pointed at the camera above us.

"That's why. The entire fight is captured on there, so why would I need to get involved in another person's issues?"

Minori jotted something down again in her notebook and closed it.

I finally inquired about it, "So what's the deal with the book?"

She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady about her secrets?"

That makes no sense, but I am not even going to press the matter further.

I kept quiet and walked towards the classroom.

I passed Ichiyo Hisoka, who stopped me and asked, "Are you good with Minori Tadeka?"

Heh? Where did this question come from?

I curiously asked, "Define your version of good."

He scratched the back of his head, "Like, are you guys friends?"

"Uh, I wouldn't say that. We just interacted a couple of times. It's nothing special, I should say."

Ichiyo ran his fingers through his light blue hair and sighed, "Oh, OK. Never mind then."

Hmm. I wonder what he wanted, because he genuinely sounded disappointed.

In an attempt to change the topic, Ichiyo asked, "Yuki, do you play any sports?"

I nervously laughed, "I never really thought about playing sports, but if I did, I would probably take up golf."

Ichiyo looked at me in a weird manner and said, "Golf? I swear that's one of the most boring sports out there to watch. Maybe actually playing it is a different experience."

The main reason I settled on golf is that I'm not required to run around or something. Just stand there, look pretty, and swing a club. It's a dream sport for me.

Ichiyo smacked me on my left shoulder and added, "You're quite a boring guy, I must say. You stay to yourself, you're interested in golf, and you probably read a lot of books."

Yikes, this guy is flaming my entire existence right now.

I flashed an awkward smile and replied, "Unfortunately, that's just me."

Ichiyo looked at me and said, "We should change that. I should probably get you to take up basketball or at least tennis."

Basketball is a bit too much sweat and contact for me. Tennis doesn't sound that bad, but we have a lot of talented players in this school. So I would probably go up against one of them, lose, and then smash my racket into the ground.

So I'll pass on that. After all, I am a sore loser.

 

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