One

Maybe it is possible to die out of boredom. 

I had a feeling I was on the very maximum limit of the concept itself. I frowned as I thought about it more. Today was a beautiful day. Literally. The birds were chirping their loud melody for the world to hear, the sun shone with so much brightness that it was a wonder I wasn't blind yet, and everything seemed so peaceful.


Too peaceful for my taste.

In the first place, my boredom was all my best friend's fault. If she would just come to school on time, and then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be sulking nearly everyday of my life while waiting for her. 

I had attempted to go to the library but there were too many people and I kind of need my alone time. The cafeteria was still closed. I was just about to pass by the Music Room when I caught a glimpse of light inside. 

Now that was odd. The Music Room was always closed early morning. Since my curiosity got the best of me, I cautiously opened the door and slipped inside. My eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness of the room and I quickly detected the source of the light. The storeroom for instruments.

I headed toward it to shut the light since it was evident that no one was here. 

But with my luck, that was my first mistake. 

Someone suddenly emerged from the inside and I froze instantly, wondering if I should scream. That is, if I could scream. 

"Who the heck are you and what are you doing here?" That was my line. The voice sounded so snappy that I couldn't help it if my defense mode was already on the kick. My arms crossed beneath my chest and I tilted my chin up a bit. 

"What are you doing here?" I replied with the same even tone.He walked past me, bumping me in process without even apologizing, and dumped something on the floor. I thought for sure he was going to be rude and leave me, but he walked to where the light switch was and flicked it open. I squinted a bit at his direction. Was it my imagination or did he stiffen at the sight of me? My head started to ache a bit. Probably from the lack of sleep I had last night and the adjusting of my eyes from darkness to brightness. 

He had a smirk on his face. A smirk that made me want to hit him so bad. 

"Are you a stalker or something?" He cockily asked. I bit my lower lip to restrain myself to yell at him.

"Are you a loner or something?" I returned, meeting his gaze. 

"Depends on what you're term of 'loner' is. So, what's your name?" If history really repeats itself, it's very much proven by the way he walked past me again and simultaneously bumping me without a polite apology. What's with him?!? 

He knelt to rearrange the stuff he dumped on the floor earlier, and I couldn't help but check him out. 

His physique was tall and lean, sturdy enough I guess. His complexion was milk white. His head was crowned with straight, spiky brown-black hair. 

I wondered if he felt my gaze from behind because he eyed me from his shoulder. Blue eyes. Sky blue eyes. High cheekbones and the evident stubborn jaw. His gaze seemed to have a way of piercing me. Like it was saying two things at the same time.

"You know, I'm not usually a tape recorder, but in your case, I'm going to be tolerable. What's your name, Kid?" That smirk was still planted on his face and I rolled my eyes. I was seriously getting pissed off. With my headache a burden, how dare he call me kid! I'm like sixteen years old, and I believe that he's not that older than me. 

"Why does it matter?" Either he was ignoring my irritation or being as 'tolerable' as he said when I replied. 

"Well, do you want me to refer to you as 'kid'?" Good point. I gave a sigh. Our eyes met and his were filled with amusement. He knew I've given up.

"Ami. Ami Kingsly. What's your name?"

"I'm assuming you're a Junior?" I nodded and his smirk grew wider. 

"Dude, you're name?"

"You don't need to know."

"Why?" All he did was shrug at me and resumed fixing his stuff. "That's not fair!" I yelled, my hands on my hips.

He hummed. Is he trying to piss me off? Because it's definitely working. I bet he's loving every minute of it.

"Dude, that's not fair!" I tried once more, my voice higher this time. 

My patience was beginning to get thinner than a knife's blade. He so deserved this. I took my left shoe and aimed it at him. I threw it, hitting him in the head. Jackpot! 

"Ouch!" He yelped in sudden pain.

I surely thought he would get angry. He stood right away and rubbed the spot where my shoe hit him. Facing me immediately, his eyes were wide. Then, he laughed. That gesture somehow transformed him. There was this light expression in his eyes that cured him of all tension. I had assumed everything about him screamed sarcasm, but I was wrong. He could smile and it made him more agreeable and pleasant to be with.

"What was that for?" He asked. Though his mouth produced no laughing sound, his eyes showed me all the merriment that was from a while ago. He picked up my shoe and tossed it back to me. I had a haughty look as I slipped it back on. 

"It's because you're not being fair! F-A-I-R, fair!" I glared at him. He sighed and his mood became somber and serious. Like he was guarding himself from me. Wow, glad to know I could be threatening to someone. 

"I know the meaning and spelling."

"But you don't obviously know how to respect it." I spat. He crossed his arms and arched a brow.

"I do respect it. Hasn't anyone ever told you? Life isn't fair. It never has." Moody. He was now...different. Cold to be precise. 

That what he was. He was cold. Colder than ice. Colder than Pluto. His look even said so. 

"Just leave, Ami." He broke eye contact and turned his back to me. I did the same and didn't bother to slam the door upon going out. What was I to do?

Why did I feel like that hurt more than it should?