Chapter 2
The group of kids gambling next to my table are seriously starting to piss me off. They shout every time something happens, and they’re all utter shit. Fucking idiots I wish they would just shut up, so I can eat my damn lunch in peace. I can barely hear Ririka’a voice over all this noise and, I rarely get time to talk with her cause when Yumeko is around Ririka remains silent. Maybe its cause she’s shy or maybe its cause Yumeko never shuts up. Either way it pisses me off not because I wanna talk to her or anything like that its because her sitting there silently is just awkward.
“So how did you do you on your quiz?” Ririka asks in that damn robotic voice. God I hate that mask I wanna just chuck it across the room and break into a million pieces. I won’t though I respect people’s wishes unlike some people. I bet Kirari forces Ririka to wear that mask; that’s just how she is...always trying to meddle in other people’s life. I hate her.
“Good,” I try to keep it short to keep my anger from showing. It doesn’t work; my voice comes out as a growl, and it confuses Ririka. I can just picture her eyebrows drawn together in concern. Damn now you made Ririka upset you insensitive shit. God what’s wrong with me. I should apologize and say something nice. What to say? What to say? ‘You look nice today’ No that’s ridiculous I can’t even see her face. I’ll just go for something natural... “Thanks for asking.” How embarrassing... that wasn’t at all natural. No one says shit like that. My face is heating, and I just know she can see my growing blush. Damn idiot.
“Your welcome,” Ririka whispers back to me. Her voice is low, yet I can still hear her...maybe its cause the whole damn cafeteria has gone silent. There’s only reason why this would happen and that reason happens to be the bane of my existence. Kirari never comes to eat at the cafeteria, so it’s quite obvious that she is here to talk to her twin. What a bother. Maybe if I stab my hand with this knife I can get away without having to speak or look at her for too long. Certainly the pain from the stitches would be nothing compared to pain of having to talk to her. No that won’t work it’ll just amuse her. I can see it now the smug look that would form on her face if I stabbed my hand. I won’t give her the satisfaction I’ll act completely calm just to screw with her.
“What’d you want?” I growl out. Fuck so much for calm.
“I’m simply here to speak to my sister. Vice-president will you please come with me to the Student Council room,” Her voice is amused like she just said the funniest joke the in world. God I hate her now dare she come around here and try to order Ririka around.
“Certainly Pres—“ I interrupt Ririka by grabbing her wirst and both of the other girls look down at my hand. I can feel like my anger shifting to embarrassment, but I refuse to show it.
“Oh I see,” Kirari sings as her smirk widens and she moves away from our table. She turns her head back towards us while walking away. “I guess Saotome may join us. Perhaps she could be of use to me.” She can’t handle not looking down on someone else for even a single second... it pisses me off.
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The president has been sitting at her desk for at least a minute now while me and Ririka stand here. Her amused smile has yet to leave her, and as the time clicks by I find it harder and harder to resist the urge to whip her smile off with my fist. She seriously thinks she can just keep us waiting, slaves to her every whim. Such arrogance ...I don’t understand how the other student council members can stand being in the same room as her for extended periods.
“So Ririka, does Mary ever talk about her family,” Kirari questions. My jaw drops. Is she about to look down my family right here in front of me? Sure my parents are pathetic, slaves to those more wealthy and more powerful, but still she can’t just get away with making fun of them. Her damn ego needs to be taken care of and I am the...
“Yes, sometimes I talk about our family as well Kirari.” Ririka’s answer interrupts my train of thoughts. Does she know why Kirari is asking such a strange question? It certainly seems to be that way, well I guess they are twins it makes sense that would she understand her.
“How interesting,” I grit my teeth at her chuckle, “I do not know anything about Sayaka’s family life.” Their is glint of something in eyes maybe concern. No impossible it must be just a trick of the light. Kirari does not feel concern for others, only herself and her desires. I always knew she was a narcissistic, but to not know anything about someone you have known for so long is truly a feat. How could anyone be so self absorbed?
“Perhaps you should hire someone to find out this information about Sayaka if it bothers you so much.” Huh? What kind of shitty advice is this? Is it a joke perhaps? Ririka isn’t really one for jokes, but maybe she is a capable of some form of humor.
“Yes. What a wonderful idea,” Kirari laughs. What the hell? What’s wrong with these girls? Don’t they know how relationships work. Seriously I can’t just let this happen. Yes you can. Let this bitch make a fool of herself she deserved.
“That’s the shittiest idea in the world. Ask her like a normal person idiot,” I shout out as I slam my hands against the desk. Ririka jumps up a little, but Kirari’s face remains the same. Damn it! Why do I care so much?
“To speak so vulgarly in front of ladies Saotome. How barbaric.” I’m fucking done with this girl. Quickly, I turn around and move to exit the door. Before the door slams behind I hear Kirari say, “Ask her huh? How interesting indeed.”