"... I still can't believe they had lobsters on the nu... Just what kind of school is this?!"
Of course, my question was purely rhetorical, partially because I already knew that the place was completely artificial and thus unbound by common sense, but mostly because there was no one else around to answer. After he stuffed his face full of lobster at (which he declared tasted like chicken, go figure), Josh left ahead of while I finished up my own al, a small serving of lasagna. He told he wanted to check on Angie and the new girl, and since I didn't have any good reason to hold him back (not to ntion, my mouth was too full to answer properly), I let him go without further ado.
There was still a good fifteen minutes left of the one-hour lunch break, which at first sounded excessive, but after seeing the scope of the cafeteria and its dishes I could completely understand the need. Of course, a longer lunch break ant that afternoon classes ended later as well, so the school day would end just after 3:00 PM, but it was only to be expected. Anyways, I finished up my plate and left the cafeteria just a few minutes earlier, and decided on a small detour prior to returning to the classroom.
I rounded another corner and breathed deep in relief as I found myself at the door of the nurse's office. For a second or two I was afraid I got lost again, but it seems I have at least grasped the basic layout of the school. As for why I was here, the class rep told that the nurse was looking for , so I decided to get ahead of any possible complications and see him as soon as possible, aning right then and there.
I lightly knocked on the door and it opened to a crack. Evidently, it wasn't closed properly, so I opened it further as I looked inside.
"Mr...?" Wait, what was his na again? Sothing about legus, I think. Ah, right. "Mr. Peabody?"
"O-ho-ho! Co in, co in!"
It was impossible to mistake the combination of that jovial voice and annoying laughter. I stepped inside and found the old man... well, to be fair, he was probably only middle-aged, but either way, he was sitting by his desk and welcod with a smile half-hidden under his mustache.
"You were looking for ."
"O-ho-ho. Indeed I was." I sat down on the chair by his side without any prompting. He didn't seem to mind. "It is about your question from yesterday."
It took a mont to realize what he was talking about, but then saying that my interest got piqued would have been an understatent.
"You an about the amnesia."
"O-ho-ho. Indeed."
"Stop that."
"O-ho-ho. What do you an?"
"Your laughing. It's... wait, didn't we already have this conversation?"
"O-ho-ho. So you can rember that much. Good, very good."
By this point, my first rush of curiosity subsided and I started to feel quite uncomfortable, which turned into outright worry the mont I noticed the large rubber mallet on his desk.
"What's that for?"
"O-ho-ho. I sadly couldn't give you an answer yesterday, so I consulted my dical journals and picked the most effective treatnt option."
"A hamr."
"Indeed! Apparently, all you need is a single good whack on the—"
I stood up and casually left the room before he got even halfway through his spiel, and for a mont I thought he would continue talking without even noticing, but then he called out to just as I was about to close the door behind myself.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Classes."
"But we haven't applied your treatnt yet!"
I paused and tried to imitate one of Josh's deadpan glares. I presumably did an inadequate job, as the nurse kept doing practice swings with his hamr.
"Sorry doc, but I already tried that."
His last swing wilted mid-motion and he gave a disappointed ‘Oh.' I decided not to stick around, lest he would try to hit just to be sure, so I gave him a wave and scurried off post-haste. Once I was out of sight I leaned against a wall and sighed. Hard. What a colossal waste of ti...
Well, it wasn't like I had high expectations in the first place, but the guy was supposed to be a trained dical professional. I was expecting so questions, or maybe a boring info-dumping session about amnesia littered with Latin terms I would've had to look up later, but I certainly wasn't expecting a friggin' hamr! What is this, Looney Tunes?
I was just about to be on my way back to the classroom when I was caught off guard by a sharp ‘Ha!' coming from behind . I glanced over my shoulder and found the new girl standing straddle-legged in the middle of the hallway, one hand curled into a fist and placed on her hip while the other extended towards and ending in an accusatory finger. Needless to say, she was also glaring at . People around did that a lot lately. I wonder if that's normal?
Anyways, I suppressed my urge to say sothing along the lines of ‘Ha what?' and instead I just shook my head and walked up to her.
"Hello."
She blinked at , her fierceness slowly faltering, but then she forcefully set her mouth in a thin line and pointed at again.
"Did you think you could hide from ?!"
I looked left, right, then behind myself and turned back at her with a wry smile.
"Oh no, I have been found out! I was certain no one would find at my trusty hiding place, a well-populated and open corridor!" I exaggeratedly hit my forehead with the heel of my hand. "Oh, wait. No, that's the exact opposite of a hiding place. What was I thinking? Oh, the humanity."
I actually managed to say all that with one breath and without breaking my poker face. I'm not going to lie, I was actually a little proud of that. My accuser out of the blue, on the other hand, seed more and more flustered by the second.
"Don't try to make a fool out of !"
‘Why would I? You are making an admirable job yourself!' Well, that was what I wanted to say, but after my pointless eting with the nurse, I really wasn't in the mood anymore.
"I don't. By the way, could you step to the side? You are holding up everyone."
She glanced around and it apparently just dawned on her that she was standing in the middle of a crowded corridor. Her face abruptly flushed red and she even let out an admittedly cute yelp as she scampered to the side to let the traffic flow again. I shook my head with a grimace and followed after her.
"So, what is this whole thing about?"
"Don't act innocent!" She hissed at . While she regained so of her composure, she still seed pretty flustered to .
"About what?"
"Your actions!"
"Which one in particular? I do a lot of those."
She glared at even more fiercely and I think I even saw her clenched fists trembling.
"Why did you go out of your way to refuse my invitation? What is your agenda?"
"Agenda?"
"Your motive, your plan, your sche, your—"
"I know what the word ans; I just don't know what the hell you are talking about!"
She stomped her feet and leaned in to glower at from even closer, though since she was almost a head shorter than , it only worked if I looked down on her. Maybe that annoyed her too?
"You went out of your way to ruin my chance to invite him! Did you really think I wouldn't find it suspicious?!"
"Him?" I parroted after her a touch uncomprehendingly before I realized what she was talking about. "Oh, you an Josh?"
"Yes!" She yelled so loud even so of the placeholders turned our way. Maybe they were more susceptible to her because she was a transfer student and was supposed to be interesting? Food for thought. Anyways, she looked around and asked, "Where is he anyway?"
"Oh, he actually wanted to check on you so he left a few minutes ago."
All of a sudden all the anger in her face fell away to reveal a dopey expression.
"... What?"
"Josh. He said he wanted to see how you and Angie were doing, so he left the cafeteria ahead of . Didn't you et him on the way?" She shook her head. "Oh well, I guess you missed each other."
She suddenly began stomping her feet with a growl reminiscent of a revving chainsaw and gave her most fiery glare yet.
"Why didn't you stop him?!"
For a mont all I could do is to stop myself from burying my face in my hands.
"First you are angry because I went away with him, now you are angry because he is not around anymore? Would you please make up your mind, princess?"
To my sincerest bafflent, she seed to panic for a mont and jumped back a step. I cocked my head to the side and she nearly poked out my eye as her hand lashed out to point her accusatory finger at again.
"I knew I heard it right the first ti around!"
"You heard the what the when?"
If I sounded completely confused and worn down by the erratic pace of the conversation, it was only because I kept my cool. I was actually screaming in frustration on the inside.
"Why did you call that? How did you know? Who sent you? Are you here to interfere with my...?"
She kept on asking questions, but I didn't really listen as I was still trying to figure out the answer to the first one. What did I call her again? I replayed our conversation in my head and finally realized.
"Princess?"
She once again let out a weird sound (sothing along the lines of ‘Yafuu!') and jumped back, looking left and right like a frightened wild animal caught in a corner by a pack of wolves.
"Stop saying that!"
"Why?"
"Because I said so!"
"And that should matter to because...?"
"Arggh!" She began shaking and her head slowly started to go from beet red to a shade of purple.
That couldn't have been healthy, so I gently patted her on the shoulder and told her, "Hey, calm down, calm down. Everybody's looking."
In the span of three seconds, her face went from purple to red to normal to deathly pale as she glanced around and noticed the placeholders staring at us. She then looked at my hand on her shoulder and squeaked again; jumping back so far she was once more standing in the middle of the corridor.
"Y-Y-Youuuuuu!!!"
"?"
"I hate you!" She declared while stomping her feet. She did that a lot. "I hated you from the first ti I saw you! You keep getting in my way, you are annoying, and you sll bad!"
"Well, excuuuuse , princess!" I answered with a frown of my own as I folded my arms.
She let out another yelp and before I knew it she was already sprinting down the corridor, pushing the placeholders aside like an angry bull on the streets of Pamplona. She rounded a corner... then a few seconds later she poked her torso around the sa corner, pointed at angrily, and then yelled, "This is not over yet! I will get you for this!"
In response to her declaration of war, I simply rolled my eyes, raised my hands to my mouth to form a funnel, and answered, "Whatever you say, princess!"
She nearly fell out of the corner with another squeal but caught herself at the last mont, glared at one last ti, and then promptly ran away. Again. Once I was sure she wasn't coming back for another bout I dropped my shoulders in exasperation and groaned hard enough to make my throat hurt. Yep, definitely a tsundere.
My return to the classroom suffered no further setbacks and I arrived a good five minutes before the next lesson started. Josh and Angie were already (or still?) talking by my desk while the princess was nowhere to be found. That was odd, but I didn't really mind at the mont.
I waved to the guys, who were arguing about whether a lobster or so kind of rare beef tasted better, and plopped down onto my chair, ready to record my previous discoveries in my notebook. Then I rembered sothing and turned to Josh instead.
"Hey guys, got a sec?"
"Hm?" He and Angie both looked at curiously. "Yes?"
"Guys, give it to straight. Do I sll weird?"
The two of them gave sardonic looks that were mirror images of each other. If synchronized deadpan was an actual sport, these two would have had a head start towards the Olympic gold. At last, Angie leaned closer and took a whiff.
"Hmmm... No, not particularly." She took another whiff and suddenly she perked up. "Oh, wait... is that citrus? I actually kinda like that."
"Probably my shampoo," I answered a tad absent-mindedly.
"Why do you ask?"
"Nah, just checking."
It was about this ti that the princess entered the classroom with a huff and a puff. She sent a glare when our eyes t, but then she averted her gaze, strutted over to her desk, and sat down without even acknowledging my existence.
I didn't really mind, but I couldn't help but wonder where she had been. She left before but arrived later, and judging by her heaving, she must've been running for a while... Oh well, maybe she just got lost. She was as new to the place as I was, so it wouldn't have been unusual if she took a wrong turn sowhere and couldn't find her way back. I an, it's not like everything had to have so deeper narrative aning. Sotis simple explanations can work too... Right?
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