Chapter 9
To be honest, I am fucking pissed at Yumeko. She’s knows Ririka is shy, and yet here she is making another scene. Ririka just said she needed to go to the bathroom, but we all know that’s a lie, and that she won’t be coming back. How dare Yumeko imply I’d make someone jump off of tower and follow after them. How dare she fucking compare to Kirari. I’d let the psycho Midari blow my brains out with that gun of hers before I’d become like her. I’ll admit that a couple of months ago the power was getting to my head, and my ego was growing a bit too much, but even then I was nothing like that bitch.
I’d never act as if my very presence was a gift from god or some shit like that. Or act with such recklessness that I’d completely disregard my own safety and my friend’s safety. I’m not a killer not, but I’m certain she will become one. Probably. How could she not with such little regard for life? She’ll probably kill someone with that smug holier-than-though face of hers. God she’s a bitch. Even my friendship with Ririka hasn’t lessened my hatred for Kirari. One time she even tried to defend Kirari, her face was flushed and it looked she attempting to be firm. It was pretty cute. Cute?! More like idiotic; Ririka is not cute. What the fuck are you thinking Mary? I guess it was nice to see her defend something, even if it was just her shitty sister. A finger touches my cheek, and Yumeko’s face is far too close.
“I am sorry Mary. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to send Ririka away.” Sorry huh. She sure as hell doesn’t look it with that massive grin. Why am I even friend with this girl?
“Whatever.” I cross my arms as I stand up. “I am going to class because unlike you I actually care about my grades.”
“So diligent I wish I could be like Mary.” She’s smiling even wider, and her and Ryota have belong to follow me.
“Would you quit being so obnoxious for five minutes.” I’m scowling. I wonder does Yumeko like to piss people off for the risk or does she simply like to see me suffer? Or maybe she just doesn’t notice. Ha...like that would ever happen she may not look it, but Yumeko notices everything. She suddenly grips my arm to stop me.
“Let’s go out to dinner together. All three of us you could even invite Ririka.” So suddenly! The hell is this girl thinking? She probably just wants to make you look worse in front of Ririka.
“Yum-m-eeko,” He’s stuttering. What an embarrassment I would never act like that in front of the person I liked. Whatever he’ll have to say would be too painful to hear.
“I am going out to eat dinner with my parents and my dad’s boss.” Honestly I’d probably prefer going to dinner with them. At least I wouldn’t have to witness my pathetic parents throw themselves at the feet of my dad’s rich boss. Zero pride. As I walking to my class ignoring whatever Yumeko and Ryota are talking. I can’t help but notice Igarashi pulling Midari into an empty classroom. Honestly if it was anyone else with Midari, I would steer clear of that classroom for all eternity because it would be quite obvious what they’re doing. I’m grateful Midari didn’t notice Yumeko, while seeing Yumeko finally pissed off is quite nice, the price is a bit too steep. That price being dealing with Midari.
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“Okay remember to be polite Mary, and maybe your father will get raise.” My mom smile is tight, and there’s a warning in her eye. Yes I get it you want to throw my soul away and allow others to crush it beneath their feet like you.
“Sure.” It’s not worth the fight. I have realized long ago that it’s far too late for these two to gain any pride.
“Okay thank you, my dear.” She hugs me. I hug her back I mean she is still my mother. I still care about her. My father is fidgeting next to her. Sure showing fear in front of your bosses is definitely the right route. Stop being a pushover and you’ll get the raise you so desperately want. A couple approaches us.
The main is wearing a suit, and the women a dress. They scream wealthly...not like the kids at my school, but still anyone can tell they have money.
“Oh hello Mr. Saotome, what a lovely family you have. Would like to enter the restaurant?” The couple begins to walk to door.
“Well certainly.” My father races forward to hold the door open for them. Nice work father very natural. Jesus why not just lay down on the floor and be their doormat?
The two go to the hostess, and I know am scowling at their backs. Something about their smiles disgusts, or maybe it’s just the fact that my father hasn’t gotten in raise in 5 years, and it’s this man’s fault.
The hostess gets up, grabs five menus, and starts to walk towards our table. She’s pretty cut—-the hell is wrong with me. What an idiot I have become. As we arrive at the table my father pulls out the chairs for his boss and his wife, I can’t help but roll my eyes.
“So you’re daughter goes to Hyakkaou Private Academy. I’ve heard it’s very prestigious and expensive.” The man is smiling politely as if he didn’t just imply we’re poor. What an ass. I wonder how mad my mom would be if I threw my silverware at him?
“Oh well we’re a fortunate enough that our daughter was able to get a scholarship, right Mary.” My father turns to me expectantly, and I smile with a closed mouth and nod. My teeth are ground together. I want to go home.
“How nice. I guess it looks good if schools like that sometimes accept the less fortunate.” This fucking asshole...my family is middle class not living under a bridge.
“Yes indeed we are.” Why don’t you just drop to all fours and suck this man off dad? Even that be better than what you’re doing now, smiling as this man insults our family. It’s pathetic and my mom is no better. Just read the menu you Mary. Just ignore them. Do not make a scene.
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After watching this couple patronize my parents for 20 minutes, I’m at my limit. One more damn insult and I’ll jump across the table and choke this man.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” I don’t even bother faking a smile as I get up and leave. I hate them. God how I hate them. In fact I might hate these people more than Kirari. I know. I know it sounds crazy, but Kirari has never insulted my parents to their face. And at least she has some ounce of intelligence. The amount of times that I have noticed that couple talking out of their ass was insane.
I notice a waiter walking by, so I ask her where the restroom is. She tells its to the left down the hall. As I walk in that direction, I can’t help but here a conversation coming from a hallway.
“So you missed work yesterday? A family occasion you said. Or were perhaps with your boyfriend, Sayaka?” A woman’s voice. While Sayaka isn’t exactly a rare name, I still can’t help but to turn my head to look over. I spot her purple hair first then those empty eyes. She seems kind of pissed. Hmm would have thought she’d be embarrassed.
“No missing work yesterday was related to my family, and it is highly unprofessional to be speak about sexual or romantic relations at work.” Relations?
Sayaka seriously could you be anymore of a stiff, dork?
The woman is laughing, “Oh so you are in a ‘sexual relation?’” What an obnoxious woman. She reminds me of Yumeko and her complete lack of sense for boundaries.
“No I’m not in a relationship.” She’s starting to sound irritated. I would be too.
“But you do like someone?” She’s laughing again. Poor girl. Why would sympathize with such a weak girl, Mary? I can’t help it.
“My feelings are irrelevant. The President is uninterested, and I find that to be acceptable.” Kirari uninterested in you? Unlikely in fact if I didn’t truly believe she is a complete and total psychopath I’d say she is in love with you. I thought Sayaka was supposed to be smart. Does she really such little awareness? Speaking of awareness how awkward would it be if see saw you? Fuck I got to go.
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We’re back at home now. “That was the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.” My scowl is clear on my face. My parents look ashamed. Maybe they still do have some pride left.
“We do it for you Mary.” It’s my mother her voice is soft. She’s so soft. They’re so soft.
“Well don’t. I’m not worth your pride.” I’m pouting now. Why am I so soft?