Chapter 281.
<strong>Chapter 281. Thearium, Operation Hook Up: <b>The Post Show</b><b>. </b>(4/4)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“She needs to keep you in check?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. I know her deepest darkest secret, one that she doesn’t want the world to know at all costs. She doesn’t dare make a move against me in fear I might reveal it to the world. She isn’t willing to take my word that I have no interest in disseminating that information to the public so she’s keeping a close eye on me. On my side, I’m concerned she may make a move against the people around me to gain insurance for herself. She agreed to stop having people tail me all the time so long as I go along with her conditions. This way, she wouldn’t target the people around me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How do you even get into a situation like this? It sounds ridiculous.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a long story too, but it’s rted to her secret so I can’t go into it. Sorry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s fine. Since you were honest, I’ll forgive you for hiding it from me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Really? That easy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But just because I forgive you doesn’t mean Rosa will. As for my mother… she probably wouldn’t make a big fuss.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“For the time being, can you keep it a secret between just the two of us for now? I’ll eventually exin things to Rosa and Irene. Before I fill them in, I want to see how everyone interacts with each other first.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you nning something sneaky like trying to get us to form a good rtionship before you reveal everything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… Alicia, can you please y dumb and act like you don’t have a brain?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So that was your n?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… sorry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not as naive as I used to be.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was right, in the short three months she’d spent working, she’d grown significantly. Haaaaah. It wouldn’t be long before she didn’t have any easily exploitable weaknesses for me to take advantage of. She still had the same innocent air about her, but she was by no means the same girl I met back on the school roofst year.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was that a bad thing? Not at all. She’d continue to change and grow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, you’ve grown a lot, but you’ve still got a long way to go. A criminal. Pfft. As if there would really be a criminal in disguise here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“T-That’s… please forget about that. It’s embarrassing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, nah, I’ll be sure to engrave it into my memories and tease you about it in the future.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve got to go. My ss is getting on the bus now. I’ll see you at home.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re not hanging up out of embarrassment, are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m noooot~”
<span style="font-weight:400">The call abruptly cut out with that yful exchange.
<span style="font-weight:400">On that note, I exited the washroom and peeked outside the second exit of the coatroom to confirm her ss was really gone. When I checked in the direction of the box office my eyesnded on Ang and Izora together.
<span style="font-weight:400">What the? I thought they’d already left, but it seems they’d returned inside. It looked like they’d just bought tickets to see the next show together. The next show would begin in about fifteen minutes.
<span style="font-weight:400">After they got their tickets, the two of them entered through thearium entrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was a bit curious so I headed over to thearium side and checked therge posters on the wall for the shows. It looked like the next show was about things like maars, quasars, pulsars, supernovas, ck holes, white holes, dark matter, and dark energy. It explored the far reaches of the universe beyond our little sr system. Reading about it got my heart pumping a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">I hadn’t actually seen this one before. As such, I was slightly interested. The space phenomenon it listed, and the universe, in general, were topics I found quite interesting. For the sake of reference material, I should watch it. Yeah, it’s definitely not because I was curious what these two girls would be talking about.
<span style="font-weight:400">I bought a ticket then stored my jacket and bag away in the coatroom again before I entered thearium. I scanned the room and found where the two of them were seated. I took a seat two rows behind them where I could secretly eavesdrop on their conversation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“-interested in him, right? So what’s the story behind you two?” I made it in time to hear Ang ask that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What does it matter to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just found it a bit interesting, that’s all. He seems like he’d be popr with girls. You’re interested in him yet you acted like he’s nothing. I can’tprehend your approach to get him to like you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That other girl who was with us just now is the one he likes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? That just makes this situation even more iprehensible. What’s going on here? Are you seriously crushing on a high schooler when you’re in university?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“University?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Was I mistaken? You’re not in university? I was under the impression you were. I didn’t expect to find a girl going to thearium on their own who wasn’t in university.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… I’m not in university at the moment, but I’ll be enrolling next semester.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You will? What are you nning to take?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m aiming to get a degree in the performing arts, theatre to be exact.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You want to be an actor?” Ang tilted her head to one side and asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Are you going tough and call me naive?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, it’s just that with your tattoos and piercings you might find the roles you can get to be pretty restricted.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m good at hiding them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I suppose if you can hide them well it should be fine. Do you have experience in theatre?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I’ve been in theatre since middle school.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I have to admit, your act in front of that guy was pretty convincing. If I didn’t notice your displeasure toward me, I’d have been oblivious to the fact you were acting the entire time. It’s quite impressive though, to nearly deceive my eyes shows you’ve at least got some talent for acting.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m still nothing. I’ve got a long way to go. There’s this infuriating guy I know who’s constantly putting me in my ce. It’s so aggravating to deal with him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I take offense to that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean the guy you like?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. Not him. The guy I’m talking about is a phony, a total scam artist. He’s calcting, cunning, and extremely deceitful.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I said, I take offense to that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? If you ask me, the way you talk about him sounds as if you actually like him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like him? That guy? Never. Absolutely not. I wouldn’t like him even if he was thest guy on Earth.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm, somehow, I sort of get that sentiment which is why I think you actually like him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How would you get it when you’re a celebrity? You’re not even dating anyone, are you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Publicly I’m not.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You mean in private.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Up until around Valentine’s Day I held a simr sentiment toward this guy at the university I started attending this semester. But when Valentine’s Day came around, something changed a little. Just a little though. He’s a guy I dislike a lot. But at the same time, somewhere deep down inside me, there’s something about him I’m attracted to. I’ll never admit it to that jerk though. He doesn’t even know my name despite me being a celebrity.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously? He… doesn’t even know your name?” Izora asked doubtfully.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He hasn’t asked for it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. It’s so aggravating. He doesn’t even want to know it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why not just tell him?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a matter of pride.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, sounds like you have it pretty tough with that guy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right? I have no one I can even talk to about him. It’s awful. Nobody I’ve asked even knows him either. The one lead I had slipped away too. I can barely get in contact with that person and even when I do and ask them about him, they’re tight-lipped.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nobody knows him? How’s that possible?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t even know his name~ ahhhh~ just thinking about it gets under my skin. Why do I have to try so hard?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Ang confiding with Izora about her guy problems, how did their conversation lead to this? Seriously, who is this pain-in-the-ass guy Ang is even talking about? Why is she even interested in such a terrible guy?
<span style="font-weight:400">Okay, even if I try to y ignorant and avert my eyes away from the truth, it’s obviously not going to change anything. Why the hell is she attracted to me when I’m such a pain in the ass? It makes no sense. Please develop a better taste in guys, it’s no wonder you ended up with that scumbag before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, but didn’t you imply you were dating? How are you dating a guy you don’t even know anything about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I don’t know if I can call it dating. It’s more like I forced him to be my boyfriend.” Ang raised her legs up onto the seat and hugged them.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You had to force him?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong with this guy? Isn’t he just weird? Are you sure there isn’t something wrong with his head?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He doesn’t like attention and enjoys his peace and quiet. He doesn’t have much ambition either. He’s just a weirdo in general and does his own thing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It doesn’t sound like there’s even one good thing about him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. Exactly. But despite all of that… I’m still attracted to him. I don’t get it at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You should seriously break up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t do that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can’t? Why not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’splicated.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I had an awful sense of déjà vu. I’d quite literally said the exact same thing to Alicia only minutes before this.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Complicated? How so?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, forget I said that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Izora slumped forward in her seat, rested her right elbow on her knee then propped her cheek up with the palm of her hand as she sighed and said, “Haaaaah. I guess I’m not one to talk. My situation can only be described asplicated as well.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“With that guy you like?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha, it seems the two of us have an unexpected connection. Our rtionship situation both seem ratherplicated.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Two girls bonding together over their overlyplicated rtionship with guys, how touching.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like hell it is.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. Well, ignoring that for now, it appears Izora at least sessfully established a connection with Ang. Thanks to that I also heard some of Ang’s true thoughts.
<span style="font-weight:400">Overall it wasn’t a bad oue.
<span style="font-weight:400">As I thought that the next show began.
<span style="font-weight:400">I rxed in my seat, forgot about everything else, and fully immersed myself in it. Overall, it turned out to be more interesting than thest one. It was good enough that I’d even consider rmending it to the few people I knew.
<span style="font-weight:400">When it was over, I didn’t bother to stick around for questions from the audience. I immediately slipped out to avoid being caught by the two of them.
<span style="font-weight:400">I retrieved my jacket and bag then wasted some time at the mall until it was almost time for my shift at work with Rosa.
<span style="font-weight:400">The day ended pretty peacefully without any further incidents.
<span style="font-weight:400">Operation Hook Up had been quite sessful today.
<span style="font-weight:400">Izora even got to go on a date with Zale after school.
<span style="font-weight:400">This was just the beginning, from here on out it was all up to Izora. I wouldn’t be much assistance. Though that was the case, Izora still had me keep the disguise for the time being in case she needed emergency help in the future.