"Finally!" The mont the last bell of the day sounded, Josh stretched his arms over his head and then jumped to his feet. I felt slightly less enthusiastic, to put it mildly, even when he turned to . "Wanna hang out?"
"Sorry, but no. I have other obligations."
My choice of words made him raise a brow.
"Obligations? That sounds serious."
"Nah, it's just... well..."
"Complicated?"
I nodded, and after studying for a while he simply shrugged.
"Fine. Maybe tomorrow then."
As my friend began to pack his bag he moved a little and so I got a clear view of the source of my current discomfort. The girl from the roof, Judy, was still sitting stiffly at her desk and looking in my direction. She'd been doing that through all the classes and even during the breaks and it was, frankly, freaking unnerving.
When I looked her way, for so reason it felt like she was waiting for instructions, so on a whim, I tried to point her towards the door with a few subtle hand motions. There was no reaction at first, but then, just as I was about to give up, she abruptly stood up and just left without any further ado. Was she really waiting for my input, or did her placholder routine suddenly trigger? Either way, she was out of my hair for now. Hopefully, by the next ti we t, I figured out how to interact with her.
While all of this was going on, Josh finished stuffing enough books and paraphernalia into his bag to fill two of them and he casually slung it over his shoulder.
"What about the others?" I asked him before he could leave, and he imdiately glanced back at , obviously expecting to explain myself. "I an, aren't you going ho together today?"
"We didn't really make any plans... Why?"
I looked around and waved to Angie. True to form, she imdiately skipped over as if she had been waiting for all along and ca to a halt by my side.
"Sup?"
"Hey there, aren't you going ho with Josh today?"
She seed a little surprised by the directness of the question, but once she got over that she shook her head so hard for a mont I thought she wanted to shake off sothing caught in her hair.
"No, I was planning to go ho with Ammy for a change..." She gave Josh a pointed look. "Not to ntion, after yesterday's events I'm not sure I want to go ho with him anyway."
"Hey! I already apologized!" Josh objected loudly, but Angie only shook her head again.
"You didn't apologize on your own, so it was only a half-apology. You will need to buy at least one ice cream to make it complete."
"Ice cream? In autumn?"
"An extra-large serving."
"This is extortion!"
"With lots of toppings!"
At last, Joshua turned his pleading eyes to . "Don't just look! Say sothing!"
"Josh..." I stood and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "Stop digging yourself any deeper. Just roll with it and take her on the ice-cream date she wants."
"It's not a date!" They both protested in perfect unison.
"Whatever you say..." I made sure I sounded very dismissive of their claim before I returned to my casual tone. "Still, soone should really stick to Josh in case that drive-by-kisser shows up again."
"Drive-by-what?" The princess suddenly perked up in front of us after spending the whole afternoon sprawled out on her desk. Indeed, on closer look, the left side of her face had the flat imprint of the desk on it.
"Morning, princess. I hope you slept well." She stifled a squeak and I smiled at her in return. "Look at that! We are finally making progress!"
"Shut up and tell about this kissing business!"
I looked at the others in turn, uncertain whether I should milk the situation for cody, but the princess looked so fierce I decided to drop the issue. I cleared my throat with a raspy cough and tried to make myself look and sound as innocent as I could.
"Just what it sounds like. Josh was kissed on the street by so girl."
"When? How? Why?"
"Yesterday. With her mouth. Idunno. Any further questions?"
The princess didn't answer but continued to fu instead, so I turned to Josh instead with the biggest friendly grin I could manage without splitting my face open.
"Hey, I have a great idea!"
"Uh-oh..." Josh backed away.
"Brace yourself, everyone," Angie followed up with a grin barely hidden behind her facade of fright.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Seriously though, hear out: Why don't you take the princess with you?"
"What?" The subject of the previous sentence uttered so in surprise while I continued to voice my idea, purposefully disregarding her in the process.
"She's new around these parts, so you could show her around while you hang out." I turned to the girl and addressed her in turn. "Also, it would let you stand guard to keep away any further affectionate assailants."
"Why would she want to...?" Josh started, but then stopped, let his head droop, and then finally sighed in defeat. "You know what? I don't care. What I do care about is what ‘I' get out of this arrangent."
"Aside from another pretty girl clinging to you?" Suddenly feeling the pressure of several glares focused on , I quickly continued with, "Also, when you take her ho afterward, she can show you her mansion. Think about it: when was the last ti you made friends with a girl with a mansion?"
It was at this point that the princess tried to lunge at while still remaining seated (needless to say, it didn't really work) with her hands extended towards either to cover my mouth or to strangle . I didn't want to leave it up to her, so I grabbed her wrists and kept her at a distance while trying to ignore the incoherent slew of stifled curses she was bombarding with.
"Ugh, fine," he finally relented.
"I'm okay with it, but only if we first show her around the local sweets shops."
"You were serious about that ice cream, weren't you?" Josh stared at his childhood friend with a look of quiet resignation.
"I'm always serious," Angie answered with an impish smile. "I'll go and get Ammy and we can all go."
"Actually..." I raised my voice while at the sa ti I put down the hands of the princess (once she stopped trying to murder , of course). "I wanted to talk with her about sothing."
"Yes?"
"Whoa!" I almost jumped out of my chair when the class rep's voice appeared behind out of the blue. Actually, as I thought about it, wasn't that how she always appeared during these conversations? Might be worth looking into later, I concluded. Anyways, at this point I turned to her in a very dignified manner and solemnly said, "Holy cow, you are like a freaking ninja!"
"Errr... I don't really understand..." Her glances kept awkwardly circling around the entire group counter-clockwise as if searching for soone to explain to her what I ant. In the end, she returned to with an uncertain look. "Was... was that an insult or a complint?"
I waved a hand and told her, "Neither. I was just thinking aloud. That said, do you happen to have a couple of minutes?"
She looked curious at first, but then she noticed how I was resting my left hand on one of the notebook stacks she handed that morning and the uncertainty completely disappeared from her features.
"You an what we talked about yesterday? Of course, I would be happy to help."
"Great! I won't take up much of your ti." I turned to the rest and smiled. "Sorry guys, it looks like I will be stealing her for a while. Please go ahead and have fun with the princess."
"Hey! Don't I have any say in this?" the blonde tsundere still complained, though she was already packing her things.
"You had already spoken and the court overruled you. Now shoo, shoo," I waved her away and she finally joined up with the others, though she was still glaring at . I couldn't even fathom why; she should have been happy I played chaperone for her. But then again, my ‘put yourself in their shoes' advice I gave to Joshua that morning only worked if the other person was even remotely reasonable.
With all that concluded, I turned back to face the class rep, who was at the mont in the middle of picking up one of the stacks. When she noticed my questioningly raised eyebrow she put it back down and said:
"We should go to the library. They have tables specifically for extracurricular studies."
I didn't really see the reason why we couldn't study in the classroom just the sa, but she was the class rep, so I presud she knew what she was talking about. I threw my bag on my back and grabbed hold of the other stack. It was heavy, but nothing I couldn't manage. I hurried forward to hold open the door for the class rep and I only realized how pointless that was when I got there.
"Argh, sliding door!" I muttered angrily to express my undying hatred towards the accursed contraption. I turned back to the class rep to let her through... except she wasn't behind .
I looked over, and I found her still by my desk, barely managing to move with the stack in her hands. As I reflected on the scene, I had to realize she seed to have problems with it earlier in the morning as well. I clicked my tongue with minor irritation, mostly at myself for not noticing it sooner, and quickly walked back to her side.
In the end, I ended up carrying both stacks while the class rep led through the school building. She did so quite literally, as I had a hard ti seeing ahead of with all the notes piled into a column reaching up to my forehead. Thus she walked a step ahead of , making sure that no one was in the way or that I wouldn't fall off the stairs.
As we moved on I couldn't help but notice how the longer we walked, the more fidgety she beca. Her fingers kept restlessly running over her uniform and hair and every few seconds she tried to send a self-conscious glance that I am sure she thought was sneaky. It was a little unnerving, to be honest, as I couldn't rember doing anything that would warrant such looks.
By the ti we reached the ground floor, I just couldn't bear it any longer and decided to speak up... only to be beaten to the punch by her instead.
"Is... Is everything all right?"
I looked at her in puzzlent for a second.
"Why are you asking '' that?"
"Well... You seed so quiet, so I thought?"
"You thought...?" I parroted her in an effort to help her continue, but it only made her clam up for a while before she tentatively spoke up again.
"Are you... angry because you have to carry everything?"
I blinked twice at her and nearly stopped in my tracks.
"No. Why would I be?"
"Oh, thank goodness," She sighed in relief, and I would have awkwardly scratched my head at this point if my hands weren't already occupied. I knew that she was a little awkward, but this was a brand new level of social anxiety.
"Nah, you shouldn't worry like that. Just because I am not talking to you all the ti, it doesn't an there is a problem."
"It doesn't?" She seed genuinely surprised by the idea, which made wonder just what kind of references she had before.
"No, staying quiet is fine. You are not obligated to hit up a conversation unless you really want to. For example, a good common topic helps."
"Oh. I see." For a few steps she seed to be deep in thought, then suddenly comnted, "T-The weather is nice, isn't it?"
"... Needs practice."
"Aw." She sounded disappointed, but at least she was no longer fidgeting. One had to value small victories, I supposed. Before I knew it, I found myself chuckling. She looked at funny, so I hastily explained myself.
"To be honest, I am a little relieved. I thought you were the one who would be mad at ."
"? Why?"
"Well... I did hijack you and stopped you from going ho with Josh, for a start."
She imdiately averted her eyes and began fidgeting again. "I don't see how that is related to anything."
"Oh please... It's obvious you like him."
Her eyes suddenly snapped back to and opened wide with shock. "W-Why would you think that?" she muttered as her face couldn't decide whether she should pale or blush.
"I just looked at you."
Her expression swiftly changed to a curious one, overwriting her previous emotional states in an instant.
"Did you... read my mind?"
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose with, for lack of better thods, the edge of the stack.
"I told you, that was just a joke." I was just about to roll my eyes, but I stopped as I realized sothing and looked back at her. "Wait, doesn't that an you just admitted it?"
"A... Ahaha... Of course, I like him as a friend. I very much do so. As a friend. I have no other attachnts or hidden agendas. None at all," she sputtered and finished with an awkward smile.
"That was so suspiciously specific denial, but okay. If you don't want to talk about it, I can roll with it."
It was around this ti we left the main school building through the back door, and with that, the previous conversation also ca to an end. Across the sports field, I could see the empty building of the now-familiar cafeteria. It wasn't our destination this ti, but the similarly sized square building behind it.
It was actually slightly smaller than the cafeteria by its base area, but it was three stories high, and while at first I thought the two buildings were just part of one huge structure, there was actually an alley separating the two. We entered through the sa kind of automatic door the school's main entrance had and my jaw imdiately dropped to the floor.
"Are you kidding ?" The class rep turned to and I felt an urge to clarify myself. "Is this really a high-school library?"
"Yes. Why?"
For lack of better explanation, I just waved a hand to indicate the entirety of our surroundings, which in retrospect was a bad idea, as I nearly dropped the notebooks in the process. Anyways, back to the library.
It was huge. The building already looked pretty big from the outside, but it was sothing entirely different to see it from within. The entrance opened to a counter where we had to flash our student ID, after which we entered an atrium surrounded by a forest of bookshelves. In the middle, there was a wide spiral staircase with suspended catwalks extending out of it towards the balconies of the next level. What's more, the entire place was built around the aesthetics of oak wood and polished bronze, giving the library a distinctly old and venerable feel even though I rationally knew it was just as new and freakishly clean as everything else.
I tried my hardest not to gawk as the class rep led to the back of the hall, where we found a couple of vintage-thed wooden tables and chairs hidden behind a wall of book racks.
"I guess we arrived," I whispered absent-mindedly as I quietly placed the stacks onto the closest table and limbered up my arms. We were in a library so, knowing the class rep's personality, I decided to play it safe and be quiet lest I trigger her authority mode and be on the receiving end of a scolding. Speaking of her, she also ca to the table and took a seat as naturally as if she was at ho.
"Let us begin then. Which subject did you want to start with?"
I sat down as well and after a mont of thinking I scratched the base of my neck.
"Let's start with math, I guess. Only give the pointers, please."
"Very well," She nodded and picked out a notebook from the middle of the stack, and when she opened it up and placed it in front of , it was indeed a page full of equations. How did she know? Maybe they were color-coded?
Anyways, after I gathered my wits we both imrsed ourselves in our study session, and while I only asked for the outlines, the class rep was gracious enough to answer all my questions and sotis elaborate on her own if she saw I didn't know what was going on. She was nice like that.
To my own sincere surprise, we blazed through the math notes and then continued on with the history, language, and finally the geology notes. To my shock, an hour had passed before I knew it and we decided to have a short break.
"Thank you very much," I told her while stretching. "I already feel like I have a better grasp on these subjects."
It wasn't an exaggeration either; I really did feel like it. As it turned out, amnesia or no, most of the info was already in my head. I just didn't have the frawork to actually connect the dots before. I would still need to study a lot to catch up, but with her notes and instructions, I no longer felt like it was a daunting task to undertake.
"You are welco," she smiled timidly at in return.
I wanted to say so more, but then I noticed sothing behind her and I could feel my eyes open wide against my will in shock. It was a curious sensation.
"Is... there a problem?"
The class rep sounded concerned, so I tried to relax and smile.
"Nah, I just rembered sothing. I'll be right back."
She only nodded as I stood up and walked past the table we have been sitting by. Once I was sure she wasn't following with her eyes anymore I rounded around one of the long bookcases and quietly walked up to the girl standing by the end of the row, at a place with a perfect view of the still sitting class rep. As I got closer she casually turned to , her face as inexplicably unreadable as ever.
"Hello," she greeted soullessly like she just t a distant acquaintance on the street. I held my forehead in my right hand and moved even closer so that she would hear my whispers.
"What are you doing here?"
She looked over , then glanced back at the place where I was sitting a few monts ago. She lingered there for a short while and then her eyes returned to . Throughout all this, she kept a perfectly still, emotionless face. At last, after yet another dramatic pause, she pointed at herself and said, "My job."
"Excuse ?"
For the first ti I could rember, I noticed a small sign of emotion on her face, sothing akin to disappointnt, and I expected her to sigh in irritation. She didn't do so, but instead she pointed at .
"You wanted observations. I looked for sothing you couldn't observe before: You. Therefore, I did that."
"That—" I was about to raise my voice but then I paused as the words sank in and instead told her, "That's... actually pretty ingenious."
"I was complinted," she stated as monotonously as ever, and I inadvertently smirked at the incongruity of her display.
"Yeah, you were. It was a good idea, but I haven't even explained what you should be looking out for."
"Oh." If an expressionless syllable could sound crestfallen, this was it. I wiped the smile off my face and relaxed my shoulders.
"Don't worry about it. I'll explain exactly what you should be observing later. I like your out-of-the-box thinking though."
She nodded, and for so reason I had a feeling that her eyes told she wanted to say sothing.
"Is there sothing else?"
"My first report." She produced a single sheet of paper from her breast pocket and handed it over. It had several lines written by a neat hand on it.
"Oh?" I cautiously took the page from her and ran my eyes over its contents. In the anti, Judy was looking at with what I presud to be expectant eyes. It was hard to tell with her, so I softly cleared my throat to ease the tension.
"This says that I am a... 'nice guy'? 'Quite handso'?" She nodded and I felt like it was also to urge to continue. "Okay, I can live with that. It also says that I have a strange sense of humor and that—" I stopped at this spoint for a double-take before looking up at her and blurting out, "I'm a flirt?"
She nodded again.
"How?"
"Most of your friends are pretty girls. You also have no problem teasing them or asking them to do weird extracurricular activities with you without hesitation."
"Wait, you are including yourself?" She nodded again. "And what do you an I asked you out without hesitation? That was completely different! That was on an impulse!"
"So you are talking, teasing, and involving girls with yourself on impulse. Understood."
"Are... are you teasing right now?"
She shook her head, but I swear she must have been grinning underneath her expressionless exterior! She had to be! That said, she gently poked at the paper to urge to read on.
Thankfully the rest of her descriptions of were less outrageous, mostly pertaining to my connections with the guys in our group, and Josh in particular. There was also a comprehensive physical description of (I didn't know I had wide, masculine shoulders and a distinct jawline. Good to know I suppose...) and minor notes about my habits (though contrary to her notes, I didn't think I was sighing a lot... or was I?).
Best of all, the entire page was ordered in an easy-to-understand bullet-point-based layout and written in neat, pretty handwriting that was easy on the eyes. I would be lying if I said I wasn't impressed. I looked up and my eyes t with hers, and I still couldn't help but feel that she was expectant under the expressionless exterior. I let out a soft cough and handed the paper back to her.
"Your dedication and thodology are very impressive."
"I got complinted again. Yay."
I nearly fell over. Just how can soone say such high-spirited words without any emotion?! It sounded completely incongruous! It either had to be on purpose, or she was my natural nesis, the unreadable emotionless character. Either way, I sighed (no, this one was on purpose, it doesn't an I do it a lot!) and massaged my forehead, trying to put the thoughts of just what kind of trouble I took upon myself off my mind.
"Still, there is no need for more observations today," I told her while I glanced over to the class rep. She was getting restless, so it was about ti I returned.
"I already got paid for it. I want to earn it."
"Nevertheless. I am going to study with the class rep for a while longer. You can go ho for the day if you want to."
"Ho?" Suddenly her eyes lost focus and her expression beca even slacker than usual. I almost panicked, as I recognized these symptoms as the onset of the thousand-yard-stare lockup other placeholders experienced when I asked them about sothing they were not equipped to answer. Then, just as I was about to lose hope, she snapped out of it just as fast.
"No, it's early to go ho. I'll stick around."
She didn't seem to notice her own slip, so after so consideration, I decided not to ntion it to her just yet.
"Fine, but no more observations for the day. Pace yourself."
She nodded, and without further ado, I got out of the row of bookshelves and walked back to the class rep's side. I was practically standing right next to her by the ti she noticed my approach and she frowned slightly.
"Welco back," She told and then looked behind . I froze and turned around with hunched shoulders to face Judy standing right in my shadow.
"A mont," I raised a finger towards the sitting girl and gently pulled my assistant aside. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you I'd stick around."
"I thought you ant in the library!"
She looked at , then at the class rep, and finally at the stacks of notebooks. She pointed at them and said:
"I'll help."
"With studying?"
"Hello, errr... Judy?" The question ca from the class rep, who appeared behind in her usual manner. At this point, I wasn't even startled anymore. What did draw my interest, however, was how unsure she sounded about her. It was as if she had to struggle to even rember her na. Intriguing. Maybe there was more to 'important characters' not noticing placeholder behavior than just simple inattentional blindness after all.
While I was chasing these thoughts around in my head, Judy returned the class rep's greeting in the form of a nod so deep it almost looked like a small bow.
"Class rep." Her tone was as flat as ever, yet I could see the other girl's fingers twitch as if she just mocked her.
"Why are you calling that?"
Judy once again raised a hand and casually pointed at .
"He called you that."
"Oh no. It's spreading..." the class rep hung her head, devastated.
"Now, now. No need to worry about it. Let's just get back to studying, shall we?"
To my surprise, it was Judy who nodded in agreent first. She walked over to the table and sat down without even waiting for the class rep to collect herself. After a short mont of uncertainty I sat down beside her and the class rep soon followed, taking her previous seat in front of us.
In the anti Judy grabbed hold of one of the notebooks (the biology one) and began browsing through the pages... or at the very least that's how it looked, only spending a few seconds on each page... Yet, her actions were too precise, her eye movents too chanical for idle paging. Eventually I couldn't bear it any longer and had to ask.
"What exactly are you doing?"
She looked up from the notebook with the first clearly recognizable expression I have seen on her, and infuriatingly enough it was a look filled with pity, as if I just asked sothing extrely dumb.
"I'm reading."
I glanced over to the class rep and she looked just as puzzled as I was.
"You can read that fast?"
"Yes."
"... Hand over that, please?" I gestured towards the notebook in her hands and she obediently turned it over. I opened it on one of the early pages she reportedly read and asked, "The main difference between a eukaryote and a prokaryote?"
"The presence of a nucleus."
"Photosynthesis?"
"The production of complex carbohydrates from water and carbon-dioxide via an organism's chlorophyll by harnessing light."
"What does the riboso do?"
"It is the structure in the cell where protein-synthesis takes place by linking amino-acids through M-RNA instructions."
I nodded and closed the notebook.
"Correct, word by word. Are you a robot or sothing?"
Judy looked puzzled for a mont, or at least as puzzled as her stoic bearing allowed, then she reached into her bag. I curiously followed her hand as she took out a sharpened pencil from her case, and to my abject horror, she began to press it against her thumb. Without a blink of hesitation, I lashed out and grabbed her hands before she could do any damage.
"Whoa! What the hell are you doing?!" I scolded her as I took away her pencil.
She looked at expressionlessly, then at her thumb, and then finally she showed it to . While she didn't break the skin, the spot where she tried to stab herself still had an indentation on it.
"I was doing a test."
"Are you an idiot?" I scolded her even harder this ti. "It was just a joke! To ease the tension! Not to ntion, if you really were a robot, we would have better ways to find that out!"
"CT scan?"
"Among other things. Or just check your pulse."
"But that doesn't tell us anything about my internal structure. I might still have a layer of tissue over a tal endoskeleton."
"Yeah, but you couldn't disprove that by stabbing your finger either, now could you? Also, it would make you a cyborg instead of a robot."
"What is the difference?"
"In this case? Mostly semantics?"
"I see." She answered, then she tilted her head at an angle and added, "To be sure, I could always remove an eye to see if there is a red light underneath it."
"No! Absolutely no eye-removal under my watch! Understood?"
She nodded with what I hoped to be enthusiasm and I could feel that the smile I gave her in return was more awkward than I would have liked. Just what kind of trouble did I unleash on myself by recruiting this weirdo? Incidentally, I could hear the class rep beside us mutter sothing under her breath about birds and feathers, but it didn't seem to match the topic so I didn't pay much heed to her.
In the end I leaned back on my chair in relief and handed the pencil back to Judy,
"Here. No more hurting yourself." She nodded in response and I scratched my chin in contemplation. "But still, I can't believe you can read and morize things so fast. It's pretty amazing." Not to ntion it should prove incredibly useful for the tasks I had in mind for her, but I should only discuss those in private.
"Eidetic mory," The class rep supplied the term. "I couldn't even imagine there was soone like that in our school."
Seeing how enthusiastic she was made imdiately suspicious.
"Does it have anything to do with ESP?"
The class rep frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I already told you I am not particularly interested in that subject."
"Really? Too bad, I actually had a really interesting experience I might have shared with you...."
The class rep faltered.
"You... You did?"
"Yeah. Inexplicable, even."
"What... exactly happened?"
I smiled wryly and picked up the notebook in front of Judy with a show of disinterest.
"Nah, I don't want to bore you with it. You wouldn't be particularly interested in it anyway."
"Aw.. Co on!"
If my ears weren't lying, she actually began to sound desperate as she tried to tease the information out of , and it made a bit uncomfortable. Before I could clear things up, however, I noticed that Judy at my side was writing on a familiar piece of paper.
"What are you doing?" I tried to mask the alarm in my voice, but I wasn't sure it worked. She looked at and turned the paper around while pointing at a certain line.
"I am expanding the observations."
"I told you, you don't have to do it today." I tried to object, but by then she moved onto the next line and spoke again.
"According to recent events, your flirting habits also extend to flattering and bribing girls."
"Flattering? Bribing?" At this point I probably sounded like a frog trapped in a well. She pointed at herself first, then at the class rep and said:
"In that order."
"Flirting...?"
I hastily shook my hands in front of when faced with the disapproving look on the class rep's face.
"She is just ssing with you. She does this all the ti."
"Really?" She sounded less than convinced. "I ant to ask this already, but since how long have you two known each other?"
"Errr..." I looked at Judy and I couldn't read her at all, so I decided to wing it. "Not... too long?"
"Then how can you say she does it all the ti?"
"Psychic link," the girl on my left blurted out with her usual, emotionless tone.
"A-ha!" The class rep suddenly perked up. "I knew it!"
"You knew what?" I tried to hold her back while scowling at Judy at the sa ti. "What do you an by—?"
As I looked at her I saw sothing that I have never expected in her eyes: mischief. It was well hidden behind her emotionless façade, but it was there. The little...! She did that on purpose! I once more cursed my stupid brain for even coming up with the idea of associating with her and I cried bitter (if only imaginary) tears over the future hardships I would inevitably have to face when working with her.
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