Chapter 3.
<strong>Chapter 3. A Nosy Neighbor (3/4)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">However, it was as if the gods wereughing at my naivety. To my left came the sound of someone standing up from their chair. A few footstepster the chair closest to me on my left was pulled out.
<span style="font-weight:400">I rotated my head to the left and peaked from the corner of my eye. There sat the touchy red-haired beauty staring at me with a taunting smile while waving her hand as a greeting close to her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">She spoke softly, “Rise and shine, it’s almost time for ss sleepyhead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That was it, checkmate. I had no more moves. I had been thoroughly defeated in andslide victory on her part. My only option left would be to leave the room and skip ss, but who was to say she wouldn’t follow me out of spite?
<span style="font-weight:400">Frustrated beyond belief as a result of this persistent petty woman, I wordlessly stood up and returned to my original seat. She immediately followed right behind me with a victorious smile having sealed off all my escape routes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez~ heheheh, you sure are indecisive with where you want to sit, make up your mind already.” She said teasingly, finding my actions humorous.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Can you please leave me alone and stop following me around?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not following you, I was just verifying where was easier to see the ckboard at the front of the ss from back here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, how convenient.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it turns out it’s easiest to see beside wherever you sit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Does it look like I have some sort of ‘make ckboard easier to see to my neighbors’ superpower or something?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I’m pretty convinced of it now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a shitty power, I don’t want it. Do you think it’s possible to request a refund from whoever gave me this shitty unwanted superpower?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Last time I checked all sales were final.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I never purchased anything.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s a no returns epted policy then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d like to throw it away in the garbage then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That would be considered pollution, you’ll face divine retribution.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. This is quite unpleasant.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It sounds like it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">While we senselessly bantered back and forth like this, other students finally showed up and entered the ssroom.
<span style="font-weight:400">With their presence, I shut my mouth unwilling to associate myself any further with this woman. It would be nice if someone else would draw her attention. Maybe a hot athletic guy with good looks would be enough to entertain her or something.
<span style="font-weight:400">Every student who entered the ss had their eyes drawn to the two of us seated at the back. Well… rather than the two of us, it would be more correct to say the girl seated beside me who’d at some point taken out a nail file to take care of her nails.
<span style="font-weight:400">She paid no attention to the people entering treating them like air and only cared for the maintenance on her nails.
<span style="font-weight:400">To her, this was likely a daily urrence. The gazes directed at her meant nothing at all. She was far more concerned with her nails than their gazes.
<span style="font-weight:400">A bit curious because of how much care she gave them, I took a closer look at them myself. Her nails were painted a deep red that suited her well, but they appeared to be quite sharp.
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t help but mutter to myself, “Are you trying to kill someone with those things?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t respond, but I still noticed her lips formed an almost unnoticeable smile as if she found my words humourous. Thought that might have been my misunderstanding. She might not have even heard me and was smiling because she liked the way her nails looked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing as she was leaving me alone now and wasn’t responding, I returned to my usual position on my desk.
<span style="font-weight:400">Somehow, even with my head down, I had an unsettling feeling I was being stared at by my touchy neighbor. I peaked to my side and our eyes locked for a moment confirming my suspicions. She didn’t look away immediately despite being caught. It was like it hadn’t bothered her at all that I knew she was staring at me. She didn’t care.
<span style="font-weight:400">Only after ten seconds, staring directly into my eyes did her focus return to her nails.
<span style="font-weight:400">I closed my eyes and feigned I was asleep again. As soon as I did I felt the same gaze again. When caught for the second time our staring contest went on for a solid twenty seconds.
<span style="font-weight:400">Suspicious about what was going on I closed my eyes for the third time only for the feeling to return. When I opened them again it was thirty seconds. Suddenly I understood what was going on. It was a form of harassment. For every time this process repeated, ten seconds would be added to how long she stared me down in the eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wouldn’t be able to rx in ss like this at all if she kept this up! But surely she’d get tired if I just didn’t look back at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Actually, forget her, what the hell is with this dream anyway? When is it going to end? Actually… will it even end? Shouldn’t I have woken up by now? Is it possible… that this isn’t a dream like I thought?
<span style="font-weight:400">Now that I thought it over… didn’t I feel it when she was touching me earlier? The time her finger slid across my skin starting from my cheek toward the back of my neck. Then the warmth when my arm was in contact with her body. Her soft hair when it brushed against my cheek. Andstly, her finger tapping my chin.
<span style="font-weight:400">If it was just one instance, I could dismiss it as nothing much, but I felt all of it, everything little thing she did. Even her gaze directed toward me.
<span style="font-weight:400">My body jolted up. I finally looked down and examined my body more closely. I confirmed that my appearance was definitely that of when I was in high school.
<span style="font-weight:400">My mind entered a state of chaos.
<span style="font-weight:400">This has to be a dream. It has to. If it wasn’t a dream… then what about before? When that knife was in my chest and the subsequent whisper I heard.
<span style="font-weight:400">What happened before that point? What led up to that?
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t remember.
<span style="font-weight:400">My memories were hazy and indistinct.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was I… actually… killed by someone?
<span style="font-weight:400">A thought so absurd entered my mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">Had the story idea I’d yed around with before death turned into reality?
<span style="font-weight:400">Slowly, but surely, I was gradually losing a grip on reality.
<span style="font-weight:400">What was real and what was fake. I couldn’t tell.
<span style="font-weight:400">I even had the hysterical thought that the twenty-five years I remembered after this was all part of a dream I had before the start of my first day of high school.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was much more inclined to believe that than something absurd like I’d died and truly returned to relive my past from this point on.
<span style="font-weight:400">C-Calm… I need to calm down. I need to slowly think this over properly and not immediately jump to conclusions. I’ll have a nervous breakdown and an identity crisis on my hands at this rate.
<span style="font-weight:400">Perhaps… neither of the two options I’d thought up were correct.
<span style="font-weight:400">Or maybe it was just a dream after all. Maybe I was in aatose state.
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t decide. There really wasn’t anything I could do even if I figured it out either. The only thing I could do at the moment was let things y out and see what would happen.
<span style="font-weight:400">I took a deep breath in and held it in for several seconds before slowly breathing out steadily.
<span style="font-weight:400">With that single action, my mind was clear and I’d regained my senses.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong? You looked pretty panicky just now out of nowhere. Did you forget something important at home?” My nosy neighbor asked while working attentively on her nails despite not looking at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… it was probably a mid-life crisis of some sort.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mid-life crisis? You’re fifteen, aren’t you? Isn’t it way too soon for you to have something like that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leave me alone, I’m a forty-year-old fart at heart.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d nearly be inclined to believe it if you said that. I have a thing for older mature guys after all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raised one eyebrow at her strange response.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing in particr. I’m just not really interested in high school boys I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, I see. You’re looking for a free ride in life. Your typical high school boy certainly wouldn’t be able to meet those standards.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She closed her right eye and stared at me with her half-open left. “I take offense to that. Though a free ride in life might not be so bad, it wouldn’t necessarily be that fun.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You would prioritize a fun life over an easy life?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose you could say that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It must be nice having such a leisurely life that you can choose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You’re saying you can’t?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I guess so.” Life isn’t easy. Never has been, never will be.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm, is that so? Why do you say that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you care?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No particr reason. Just a bit curious is all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You really are an unpleasant nosy woman.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“At least it''s better than being an unpleasant guy like you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If I’m unpleasant, then please do leave me alone. Also, stop staring at me when I’m trying to rx, it’s annoying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not staring at you. I’m staring at the wall behind you, it’s a rather fascinating wall. It’s at the very least much more pleasant to look at than you.” She said that with a pleasant smile that didn’t match her words as she took a heavy jab at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Unsure of how to respond I gave up and returned to my usual position.
<span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester, the ss was fully packed, it seemed that everyone was finally here. All the desks were upied, it was a packed ss.
<span style="font-weight:400">The bell rang signaling the start of the ss. The homeroom teacher stood up. At the center of the ss in the very front, he introduced himself the same way he’d done with me before, only this time addressing the entire ss.
<span style="font-weight:400">From my perspective, it felt like it had been such a long time since I wasst surrounded by this many people. It was… nostalgic. I don’t think I disliked it as much as I had back then. The only thing that hadn’t really changed was the fact that I still didn’t want to interact much with any of them. I’d like to just keep alone to myself and just watch the happenings around me peacefully removed from any drama as a third-party observer.
<span style="font-weight:400">Something like that was enough for me. For someone who didn’t belong anywhere. Who had nothing, and wanted nothing. Incapable of loving anyone or anything. An unambitious nobody without any hopes or aspirations in life. That was all I ever amounted to in this world.
<span style="font-weight:400">While giving such a self-deprecating evaluation of myself internally I eventually dozed off in the middle of ss. Thest thing I felt was a gaze on me to my right.
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