Chapter 10: Chapter 2.1

Various noises of students chattering and plates knocking, filled the air as I just stood there taking it all in.

I am alone once again; maybe settling on a meal in the cafeteria would be the best choice. As I moved towards the line, a name was being called out.

"Kanekoooooo."

Oh cool, someone has the same last name as me so I would refer to them as twin for no reason or maybe I will pretend to have a sibling.

"I said Kanekoooooo."

The voice repeated the name once again, this time sounding more aggressive.

No wait; hold on. I know this voice, and I know it all too well. It’s Hisoka Ichiyo, the male student, who assumes that we’re friends.

Would it be possible to ignore him in a public space such as this one? I don’t think so. Sometimes I wish I could teleport or turn invisible to avoid these issues.

People are starting to look in this direction, and I have no choice but to face the music. Turning around now, I replied, "Why yes, hello Hisoka-san."

Hisoka raises his left eyebrow and asks, "Why are you speaking like that?"

I should have made it sound a lot more natural.

"Uh, never mind that."

There are two other male students with him, the same two from my previous observations. I believe their names are Matsukura Sai and Takawana Ryoko.

Matsukura Sai is someone I would consider the internet definition of a nerd. He even possesses the scrawny body and the glasses to boot.

The other person Takanawa Kyoko is an averagely built male with average looks. If you were to think of the ideal average person, he may come to mind.

"We’re thinking about getting lunch; do you want to join us?"

Should I reject him? No, I shouldn’t. Well, at least not now.

I nodded my head and followed them towards the campus’s food court, which is located just a few minutes away from the cafeteria.

Matsukura asked, "What should we get?"

A very valid question considering all the major choices, but I would prefer something light with a less crowded area.

After scouting around for a bit, Takanawa pointed towards a diner-themed restaurant named "Blue Star."

That sounds sort of promising. I think diners are cool, well I’m basing it solely on all the movies and television shows I’ve seen.

We all agreed, well, mostly those three; I'm just following along out of boredom.

With Hisoka taking the charge, we entered the establishment, and a bell chimed as we pushed open the door.

The air smells delicious, and sadly enough, the place appears to be crowded with student customers. I don’t think we will be able to find a seat, so this will be the perfect excuse to leave.

Before I could open my mouth, the table next to us became vacant. What are the odds of that happening? Clearly some kind of malevolent force is working against me.

Taking our seats now, we each picked up a menu from off the table almost in sync.

Flipping through the pages now, I must say that they are actually reasonably priced, and some of these dishes do sound quite appealing.

Hisoka raised his arm and, in a loud manner, said, "We’re ready to order over here!"

Clearly, that’s not how you do things or call for attention. The safest thing would have been to wave to an employee and allow them to come to you.

Soon after customers began to shift their attention over to our table, due to his loud behavior and disgusted looks can be seen on their faces to my dismay.

I could only attempt to hide my face behind the menu because there’s only so much embarrassment one can endure.

Oh how I would wish the earth would open up and swallow everyone here except for me.  That’s maybe the only way to escape this besides channeling my inner Danny Phantom.

“Use your inside voice you idiot.” said a student who sat at the table directly in front of us. He looked a bit older so I can say that he is an upperclassman.

Hisoka glared at him with a burning intensity.

“Who the hell are you calling an idiot you asshole.”

“Are you trying to pick a fight in the restaurant?”

Slamming his hands on the table, Hisoka replied, “If it’s being offered then yes we can fight. Right here and right now sounds like the ideal place and time.”

I don’t think right now is the time to be showing all that heart and courage, just ignore them you idiot!!!

The six students who sat with the upperclassman turned towards Hisoka and laughed, this may not end well what so ever.

The first one, who initially started the entire thing, began to count everyone who is seated our table aloud.

“Let’s see one, two, three and four. Should we go outside and have us a brawl? I don’t mind receiving a tiny suspension due to teaching my juniors a lesson about respect and how to use their inside voices in establishments.”

Wait. I didn’t sign up to be part of a seven on four handicap match so it is too late to ask for my meal to go or switch to the other side; after all I’m sure they won’t be able to beat a team consisting of eight of us.

“Stop it Hisoka!” Matsukura pleaded with a look of fear in his eyes and Takawana is visibly nervous as well.

Hisoka got up from his seat and confidently replied, “I’m pretty sure that I can take them alone upperclassmen or not. It doesn’t matter.”

Yeah, I think I will sit back and send my energy you saiyan.

The entire restaurant is watching the entire situation go down and the only thing on my mind right now is where the peace negotiators are. Diplomacy is definitely not one of my strongest skills, with my luck I may end up angering them even more.

Funnily enough, Tachibana’s warning about Hisoka’s crude behavior echoed in my head. Is this my punishment for trying to be nice?

Takanawa swiftly arose from his seat in an attempt to calm Hisoka down.

“You’ve got to calm down; you can’t fight in a place like this. Remember what happened last time; you almost got expelled due to a similar situation.”

Well something told me that this isn’t his first acting like this nor will it be his last.

Hisoka growled and retook his seat.

“Damn bastards sure are lucky.”

The upper class man retorted, “Only bottom of the barrel students’ act this way so I would bet he’s in C-Class or D. That’s where they always stick you half-baked students.”

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If it was possible, heat would be emitting from Hisoka’s head right now based on the level of his anger.

I should say something before it boils over and turns into a bigger problem.

“You should ignore them Hisoka-san, they are clearly trying to provoke you into doing something rash.”

Matsukura and Takanawa who looked both looked relieved, agreed with my statement.

Hisoka gritted his teeth together.

“It’s been like that since we entered the school, we get no respect because we’re D-Class. At least C-Class is redeemable in some ways.”

“If that’s the case then should you aim to become the new C-Class?” I asked.

Matsukura laughed at my statement.

“Overhauling a class isn’t as simple as it sounds; if that is the case then we would C-Class already. It’s obvious that their students are smarter than us so they manage to stay ahead.”

Smarts aren’t the only thing that allows a class to be successful right?

After everything died down, a pretty female appeared at our table about a minute later, wearing the traditional waitress dress and holding a notepad so I can tell that the restaurant is going for an authentic feel and I can dig it.

Without even giving the waitress time to ask, “What will your order be?”

Hisoka immediately said, “I’ll take the fried chicken and waffles, remember to make it southern style.”

Excuse me sir we’re in Japan and not the south so I don’t have much faith in the cooks to authentically prepare it.

Both Matsukura and Takanawa ordered the same thing; it is almost hive-mind-like.

I am starting to think since Hisoka’s a bigger guy than them body wise and is a bit quick tempered when provoked, they probably view him as the ideal bodyguard to avoid potential bullying, so they just follow his lead. However, his impulsive almost got them into a brawl so they may want to rethink everything.

So for the sake of shaking things up a bit, I decided to order a small burger and fries.

The waitress wrote everything down on her note pad and headed towards the kitchen area.

Not even 10 seconds into her leaving, Hisoka nudged Matsukura with his elbow while saying, "She’s a total babe.”

I would have to agree with his statement because she is quite cute and I find it scary how quick Hisoka’s mood switched from angry to calm.

A devious smile appeared on Takanawa's face as he turned his head in the direction of Matsukura. With an expression like that, I can tell he is up to no good.

"Hey Matsukura..."

"What's up?"

"Are you feeling daring today?"

That statement can be in the top 10 things said before disaster. My advice would be for Matsukura to say no.

"I suppose so. Why, what's the matter?”

Ah yes, he’s very much a goner, a dead-man and everything along those lines. So I wonder how I should plan his last rites.

"If that's the case, then I dare you to ask the waitress for her number whenever we see her again."

Matsukura chuckled and replied, "Is that all? I can easily do that and not get rejected."

Such confidence. Have I misjudged him and overlooked Matsukura as a potential smooth operator?

Hisoka had an unimpressed look on his face as he said, "Takanawa, you know damn well that he isn't built that way."

While trying to suppress his laughter, Takawana replied, "Maybe today is his lucky day."

Yeah, I doubt it.

Matsukura folded his arms. "Fine, you'll see when she comes back. I hope you don't become too jealous now."

Hisoka patted him on the shoulder. "Sometimes you just have to admit that you're incapable of doing certain things, and if your struggle is with the ladies, don't act so suave."

Takawana bit his bottom lip and puffed up his cheeks. Apparently, this is hilarious to him.

Matsukura continued to hype himself up, and I am curious about the pending result.

We didn't have to wait long because she came back with our orders in a timely manner and as she laid them out.

Takawana cleared his throat, giving the signal to Matsukura.

Doing my best Mr. Incredible impression “It’s Showtime.”

Matsukura confidently opened his mouth, and what came out of it didn't match the previous energy. Just as I expected; he's just a talker.

"Ex-cu-se me....." He stammered pitifully, his hands trembling.

Geez, can he please get a grip already.

The waitress slightly tilted her head to the right and waited in anticipation of what was going to be said or asked.

A few more moments of awkward silence are interrupted as Takawana and Hisoka block their mouths or pinch themselves respectfully to avoid laughing. However, I am a bit more stone-faced right now because I don't know whether to laugh or cry at this situation.

A couple more moments passed, and he quickly blurted out, "I just want to say that you look pretty in that outfit."

That is a far cry from asking for a number. In fact, there was no mention of a number at all.

With an awkward smile, she replied. "Thank you." before leaving.

A total bombing on Matsukura's part, just witnessing that in person made me feel confident in myself when it comes to women and I am by no means a Rico Suave.

Full-out laughter erupted from his two friends as he looked on. I wanted to laugh as well, but I will suppress the urge.

Matsukura was silent for the rest of the meal and I couldn’t blame him, if that was me I would have personally crawled under the table.

After paying before leaving, I elected to leave a larger than usual tip as a gesture of my regret for the harassment she almost endured and the fight she almost witnessed.

I must say that some high school students sure are strange and I wonder if there are any more of them have to be on the lookout for.

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