Human: Paradigm (COMPLETED)

JEON

Something bright creeps in the crack of mah eyes. I change mah position to left side but the light still breaks in. I open it.

On mah left, curtains are bit slid open, making the sun blind me via the glass. It’s already bright. Time’s it? Yanking the phone on the table shows it’s 9:30.

Heck, am already late...

If so, then ain’t gonna go to school today. Pretty sure stupid cheater’s gone off class anyway.

I mess with mah phone. Cheater’s name is on screen. A message.

“If you’re lost, just text me. I’ll fetch you.”

Fetch me?

Tsk. This just making me member what happened yesterday...

Cheater’s lying the floor while bitch’s lying on top of him.

He’s lazy af. If he wanna please bitch, he should pound her har— No! He’s mine. Lips. Hair. Face. Body. All are mine. But...

“Matt cheated on me!!!” I scream.

Feel mah chest coming tight, so I catch mah sniff.

Roam mah eyes round the room. Then, sit on the bed.

′Jeon’

Suddenly, I hear a voice. On the table, the laptop seems to be the one calling me.

′Come on. Watch me. Watch me.′

“Yeah.” I pick it up. “Am gonna drown all day in Jetflicks.”

It’s on. Then, something jumps off the screen. It got a blue icon and an envelope drawing, and it’s the mail for school works. Yeah. Yeah. Ain’t need it now. I make the cursor touch the red x on the top right, but I notice something on mah calendar.

A quiz on Business Math.

I have one? Shit. Can’t be absent today.

I fly to the cabinet. Uniform’s bit crumpled here and there but still looks bit clean. I’mma just take bath later cuz no one’s really gonna smell me. Not that have bad smell in first place.

Checking mahself the mirror, nothing’s off cept mah damned-bed-head-shit. I stroke it to the right. I apply some pomade. Stroke it the right again.

Now, it’s parted to right. Wet looking but still kinda messy. Messy like the soccer player, messy like mah mind.

I spot a paper bag outside mah room. I pick up the paper peeking under it.

“Good morning, Jeon. I bought you food so that you can eat once you’re awake. I hope that you’re feeling better. I’ll tell the teachers that you’re sick so just rest for today.

- Matt”

Inside are Korean Egg Roll, Rice Porridge, Ogokbap, and cup of Yoojacha. He real thought am sick. Heh. Ain’t gonna eat this. Am still mad at him cuz all can do’s sweet talk.

Grab the bag on me and creep outside the empty hallway. On the ground floor, I throw it into the trashcan.

The sun outside is high as ever. Mah skin’s becoming burnt to bits like bacon. I forgot mah umbrella, but ain’t coming back just for that. Am racing time.

In the yard, old man’s rooming. He’s looking me like am some kind of criminal that stolen food, and am gotta bluff as usual so I smile.

“Good morning, mister.”

Our eyes meet, he looks the ground.

“You’re quite late.”

“Not really. My teacher asked me to run an errand to the landlord’s office. I am currently on my way to return to the school now.”

“Ah. A hard-working student like you is the future of our city.”

“Thank you.” won’t wish em be like me though. “Mister, I really wanted to have a chat for a little while, but I am afraid to be tardy in class.”

He salutes. “Take care.”

“Goodbye.”

I walk away. Not long, I reach the station. Garage’s full of cars but there ain’t peeps round crowding. I feel happy. Don’t have to worry bout those itchy stares.

I go near a cab with a middle-aged man.

“To the school please,” I say.

“Get in.”

The second I slip in, a lemon smell travels mah nose. Smells like Mat—! Stop thinking bout him!

Tryna distract me, I look out the window.

Can’t make out what we’re passing cuz the running’s running too fast, but it’s good. Feels like am in Fast & The Curious where Bin Kerosene’s the one’s driving.

I still member his line.

“I run because I want to. So don’t tell me what’s wrong o right when you can’t even break your fu—!

Reminds me, I need to have mah own line too. As an excuse to the pest guards staring the gate. What will do?

‘Pardon my tardiness. Can I enter the school?’

No. Shouldn’t admit am late. Asking permission’s out too.

‘Good morning. I hope everyone of us is having a great day.’

This one ain’t sounding serious shit.

“We’re here.” driver says.

I shake off the lines to jump off the cab.

Pest guards are boring mah flesh like am some maniac cereal killer. I back off but mah body doesn’t move away so I just stay put. I walk to the gate.

I look at the guard. He’s just staring. I hold mah breath and take another step. Suddenly, he looks the TV on his side.

I get the chance to slip by.

Phew. He ain’t bother to throw me in I interrogation. Good.

Inside, the campus grounds empty. Outta nowhere, I see someone moving toward me. Someone wearing blouse that’s too small is surely the slut that makes out with smooch.

I drop to the bush next me. What’s that damned teacher’s doing? Checking latecomers? Jinx on her, ain’t gonna be caught.

Click clack click clack

Her heels make a sound.

“He is not here.”

Hearing her voice makes me feel like am struck by lightning.

“Hehe. He likes it secret.” office slut talks herself.

Mah stomach churns. Gross.

“I’m coming for you, later.”

Seems like smooch’s gonna get laid.

Click clack click

The sound of heels fades away. I stand up.

Tap Tap Tap

Suddenly, nother steps comes on. I drop down again. Maybe this a sign that I should’ve stayed at dorms.

“Hello?”

It’s a lighter voice, ain’t too old but ain’t too manly either... Who’s that?

“Yeah.” whoever it’s, says.

It reminds me of kisses... Smooch?

“What? Now?”

Yeah, smells like him.

“Alright. Alright. Where are you?”

Eh? Don’t say he’s talking to slut. Heh. Somebody’s really gonna be laid tonight.

“I’m coming now.”

The steps move distant. Off the bush, I get and check the time, I still have 20 minutes before the breaktime’s gonna be over. Since curiosity kills pussy like smooch, I make mah mind to tail.

Smooch walks past building to enter the backfield. I keep mah distance from him. This feels like deja vu when I tailed that creepy guy last day.

He turns to right. Now, I find mahself standing the grounds. Soccer field’s a cemetery and track and field’s a graveyard without any peeps. On the other hand, he stops near the tennis court.

“Hello. I’m near the tennis court. Where are you?”

Is it really slut?

“Sigh. Fine.”

He puts phone to pocket and runs off to the front. I go after him.

After a while, I arrive at the woods. Still, am kilometers away from him. Round me turns dark and trees suddenly appear tall like am in a rainforest type of vibes. Ain’t informed that Tarzan’s here.

Mah walking’s fine but wobbly cuz of the ground. Suddenly, one of mah foot slips. I bite mah tongue.

Thud!

Mah feet have banged the tree. Heck! Grabbing the tree, I swing mah arms to hide.

I hear mushy sounds nearing me.

“Hmm?” smooch says.

Crap. The trees round me are too thin to hide. The only one can use is miles away. Hopeless shit.

Tap Tap Tap

He’s still moving?

I stiffen mah hands, and nothing comes out like expected. Seems like ability’s still blocked by the system even here.

TAP Tap Tap

The footsteps boom closer than before. Mah heart explodes louder and louder. Guess this how it ends.

“You’re here.”

A deeper voice shakes the ground, and smooch’s footsteps stop.

“Hyung!”

Hah? Smooch has older man?

I peek behind the tree.