Not that I am trying to eavesdrop, sir, but whatever it was that you and the other person was talking about, it sounded intense,” the taxi cab driver said as he smirked to Well through the reflection on the rear view mirror.Well was shocked. And somehow, if he had to admit it, he felt a little spark of nervousness revisiting his veins because what if the taxi cab driver had heard their conversation, he was going to be fucked up real good. At first, Well did not know what to say. He wanted to tell the driver that it was supposed to be none of his business, but he knew he was going to sound mean if he would say that. So, instead, Well politely called him out. “I am so sorry. But that conversation was actually confidential and it was meant to only exist between me and my friend. If you heard anything, I hope you don’t mind it. I beg you to pretend you did not hear anything. Just. . . for the sake of my inner peace and your curiosity as well,” he said calmly, while his fingers were cross
“Wow! That was honestly the rudest thing I have heard for today. It is entirely too early for that but look at him, firing shots at this hour in the morning. Such inconsiderate, pedophile, hypocrite monster,” whispered the boy who was sitting beside Well all this time, but he was too focused to the front so much so that he did not able to recognize that he actually had a seatmate. Sure enough, that must have offended the teacher if only he heard it.Luckily the guy was, the teacher was unfortunate enough to miss that roasting party. Well turned his head to his right, to the direction of his seatmate, and then looked at him with so much contemplation and admiration, because the fact that he could say those words in front of the person he meant could tell so much about how unbothered and brave he was for calling the teacher out despite him being intimidated. “Wow, your words. I did not know there is someone in this room capable of saying that,” Well whispered back to the person beside
And in just a glimpse of an eye, the next thing Well and Arjay knew was that they were already in the detention room. “I can’t believe we are summoned to be here just because we were talking to each other while he was having a class. What a dump, piece of shit that reason is,” Well could not help but just get pissed off of the situation they were in.“Excuse me, but for the record, he has not started his class yet when we were talking to each other. He was only checking the attendance by that time! So, why the hell are we even here to begin with?” Arjay Macmillian asked as he shot his eyes to the direction of the door. Even though they were apart from the doorway within a considerable amount of distance, Allen Mar could still tell that the door knob had been blocked from the outside. “Yeah? So what does our teacher trying to imply? That he has the authority to call out names and command them to attend detention even though the names he called out for did not do anything wrong?” Well
“What are you planning to do?” Well felt the need of asking that specific question to Arjay because the very moment he heard him cursing about their terror subject teacher, he felt that something was off. There was an urge. A strong feeling of anguish and anger, strong enough that he felt he could kill a person just by his words coming off his mouth. “Nothing. I just think he needs some lessons. He needs to learn. And sometimes, in order to learn something, you need to do it the hard way. And by saying the hard way, do you what I mean?” There was a smirk on his face. A creepy, lunatic and revengeful face marking his face. It was not a pleasant view to see for Well. Well looked away. He did not want to get engaged with that kind of question, but at the same time, he could not dodge it. He had to deal with it. “Uhm, actually, I have no idea what you are talking about. What do you mean by that?” “Very simple, to be honest,” he replied. “I just want to prank him, or land him a play, so
“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison.After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment, som
“I recognize that voice!” Well yelled as soon as he heard the voice that echoed through the door of the detention room, coming from the other side of the wall. “Me, too. I think we can both agree that it is. . .” Right before Arjay could even finish his sentence, Well chimed in. “Allen Mar,” unexpectedly, they said in unison.After a short eye for an eye contact, Well quickly headed to the door and then banged it as loud and as hard as he could. He was trying to make himself be heard to get help. They badly needed it. They badly needed someone to open the door for them or else the mess will even get messier. If they would not escape– or in this case, escape with the hell of a friend, then they most likely would not make it before the class in the afternoon would be over. “Hey! Allen Mar, is that you? Please, we need your help! We have to get out of this room now!” Well shouted on top of his lungs. Beside him, Arjay Macmillian was silent for almost ten seconds. Until one moment, som
“Hey!” Well called. His voice echoed like a wailing siren in the vastness and bleakness of the dusk. On the other hand, Binsent Anchorman had been caught in a lull. Well had been trying to get his attention for quite a while already but still he was too stuck in a rut that he had not heard a thing. And so, Well got no choice but to poke him by th shoulders to make sure that he would turn around this time. “I said hey!” Well repeated. This time, there was a certain sharpness in his voice sharp enough to pierce through the daydream that caught all the attention of the man beside him. “Are you still with me?” Well asked, his eyebrows trying to collide with each other but a part of him said it was too unnecessary for them to do that. “Oh, yes! Yes! I am still with you. Sorry, but what was it again?” Binsent Anchorman moved his head to the direction of the young man, and now that his attention had been diverted to him finally, he made sure he heard every word that Well would utter the f
The door creaked open, and a very familiar figure swept the doorway with intimidating aura, and a shadow that painted the path black. A strong gust of wind yelled with glee, as the curtains danced along the rhtyhm in the air. Well and Arjay, while their heart beated to their fastest, were left unmoved on their spots as they followed the figure with their eyes. It might have felt scary and anxious, but the two managed to compose themselves as they trusted the possibility that Allen Mar had already found his place to hide on. He was in a safer spot. Much safer to where the two boys sent in the detention room were. He was hiding behind the giant cupboard, stuck between two long and narrow bookshelves brimming with thick, old literature books and bulky encyclopedias. Although he was inhaling all the dusts and feeling all the heat, he could rest assure that he will not be busted for as long as he was hiding in there. Meanwhile, the real burden of concerns would be on the side of both Well