Chapter 4: 1.2

The first class of the day ended, and it was mathematics. I was never really fond of the subject but still did okay on the first exam given.

It was almost time for our next one, so I grabbed my bag and left the classroom. Everyone else walked with their friend groups, and I was basically the cheese that stands alone. If an outsider were to witness this, they’d easily guess that I was one of the class’s loners.

Then again, I don’t actually consider myself one; it’s more like I’m cautious about who I interact with.

I was some distance away from the classroom before patting my pants pockets.

The vacant space in my pocket caused me to pause midstep. To sum up the entire thing up, I only felt my wallet and house key in there, which only means one thing: my phone’s on my desk.

Now I’m not too concerned about anyone else stealing it because there’s nothing on there but one or two contact details. The thing that upset me the most is having to walk back to the classroom.

An activity such as this one would require burning more energy than it was originally intended to. Mustering my strength, I began the journey back in the opposite direction of our classroom.

After reaching her after around 4 minutes, I opened the door, and Mashiro was still in the classroom.

Now shifting my eyes over to my desk and immediately walking in that direction. I checked on the surface and under the desk, and there was nothing.

How alarming.

Turning towards Mashiro now, I noticed that she held my phone in her right hand. The reason for identification would be that I placed red markings on the sides of the device, just in case of a time such as this one.

She asked, "Does this belong to you?"

"Uh, yeah, thanks," I replied while gently taking the cellular device from her outstretched right hand.

This is the first time we've ever spoken, and that’s saying something considering the fact that we sit next to each other.

"You don’t seem like an interesting person."

Heh? That verbal assault on me was completely unprovoked.

I asked, "What does that mean?"

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"It's said that what you set as your lock screen and home screen can reveal a lot about a person. You still have the default wallpaper, which means you haven’t even attempted to customize it."

I’ve heard about phone wall paper reflecting a person’s personality, the same with their choice of clothing, the way they decorate their personal space, etc.

Basic psychology, you can say.

"Since you mentioned my home screen as well, that means you unlocked my phone. I do think that’s an invasion of privacy."

It doesn't matter which way you slice it.

She casually replied, "Not like there was nothing on there in the first place."

Does she mean that my photo album and other items were inspected when she says there is nothing there?

"So, what if there is nothing?"

That’s pretty much a normal thing, in my opinion.

She let out a long sigh and replied, "You’re just confirming my previous statement about my lack of interest in you; if I had to describe you, it would be very lackluster and bland, very much like vanilla ice cream."

To be honest, that is quite conflicting considering that I enjoy vanilla ice cream.

"Are you the type that likes excitement?"

"Excitement doesn’t suit me. I prefer calmness over ruckus."

"I would have never guessed."

Mashiro then left me standing in the classroom, and the only thing I can say is, "What a strange girl."

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