[ Belladonna Point of View ]
I am currently rummaging my pink sling bag as I look for my class schedule. It's been a week, and I haven't memorized the schedules yet.
My life wasn't boring in the past years because Jameson kept me company. I still don't consider him as a friend but rather a necessity. As long as he's by my side, I have someone I can control.
"Oh right, first class is Math," I whispered underneath my breath as I looked at the schedule.
I was about to go inside the classroom, but I bumped with a very somber guy. He is wearing a black hooded jacket and converse sneakers. His hands were placed inside his pocket while listening to music on his Bluetooth earphones.
"Please look at where you're walking." I frigidly told him.
"Sorry." He glanced at me for a while and smirked.
"Geez," I mumbled.
I went to my designated seat, particularly at the front near the window. I placed my bag on the table and immediately sat down and leaned at the window. The soccer field is seen from here. I saw Jameson in his P.E uniform, wearing a white shirt and blue shorts while bouncing a soccer ball in his head.
I wonder how it feels to play sports. I never tried any sports other than baseball. I mean, hitting Jackson's head using a baseball bat years ago.
Jameson helped me throughout those years. He said he wanted me to be happy. I also tried to be a better person, but I just can't. I always feel like killing someone in my mind or getting satisfaction by inflicting pain on others.
Maybe being happy isn't for me after all.
The bell rang, and the students who were scattered around went to their seats, just like tamed animals.
The classroom became quiet as we heard the sound of the footsteps of our teacher.
Our math teacher slash adviser is now with a new student.
"Good morning class, today we have a new student. She's from a neighboring school but transferred here due to personal reasons. Darling, could you please introduce yourself?"
Our adviser moved to the other side for the new student to have space. I can now see her face clearly, and I definitely know who she is.
"Uhm, hello everyone! I'm Angel Salvador. Nice to meet you all. Please be nice to me." She smiled at everyone and looked at me, then smirked.
Angel, the devil.
"Thank you, Angel. You can sit beside miss Belladonna since it's just the vacant seat available for now." The teacher kindly uttered.
"Thanks, ma'am."
She's changed a lot since we were kids. Her features became more prominent. I can also see that her face is full of makeup. Well, no makeup can hide someone's true personality.
"Hi, Bella. Nice to meet you again." She said and placed her backpack at the table.
"I don't know who you are," I replied and rolled my eyes at her.
"Oh, my dear stepsister. How could you forget about me? After you ruined my family?" She said in a very silent but annoying voice.
I just sighed as a response and looked back at the window. She's not worth my time.
Recess time came, and a lot of students were approaching Angel. They were like asking her age and where she lives, and if she has a boyfriend.
I decided just to leave the classroom and look for something to do alone outside. I'm not too fond of a lot of people surrounding me.
As I walked through the hallway, I saw the weird hooded guy again and caught him staring at me. He was leaning in the lockers with some friends while chewing bubble gum.
He is making me annoyed.
I just glared coldly at him and passed through.
"Hey, Bella!" I heard Jameson scream from the other side of the hallway. He's going to disturb other classes because of his loud voice.
He ran to me while holding a soccer ball and placed his left arm around my shoulders.
"What are you doing? If students see us, they're going to speculate weird thoughts." I told him.
"Then let them. Anyway, you won't feel anything at all. Why do you look so bothered?" He looked at me while smiling with his right eyebrow raised.
I removed his hands placed on my shoulders, and hit his forehead.
"Ouch! That's painful!" He said in pain and held his forehead.
"Serves you right," I replied.
He is older than me for a year, so he is now in the second year of middle school while I am still in the first year. It would be better if we were in the same grade.
So I could hurt someone in class.
"So, Bella. What happened in your class a while back?"
"Nothing much. My stepsister just transferred here, and she's my classmate."
"Oh, uhm, don't you feel uncomfortable around her?"
"Not at all. I didn't do anything to her."
Except that I almost choked her to death, but she didn't die, so it's not a big deal.
"Okay. If someone bothers you, just tell me. Alright?" Jameson looked at me and placed his hands on my cheeks.
Why does he keep touching my face?
He waved goodbye and ran to join his friends on the soccer team.
I just went to the rooftop to be alone. I found this place very calming because I could clearly see the sky and the nearby buildings.
*Click*
What was that?
I turned around, but I didn't see anything. I'm sure I heard something click. It's like a sound of a camera.
Maybe it was just some other sound. I looked back at the view and closed my eyes.
"Can I still have the chance to feel emotions?" I whispered underneath my breath.
...
I went back to the classroom, seeing Angel removing the things in my bag and throwing them everywhere.
I got a bit sore and rushed to her.
"Hey! What are you doing to my bag?" I asked her bluntly.
"Oh, there you are. Are you mad? Finally, a psychopath is getting mad!" She screamed throughout the room, and I heard some of my classmates laugh.
She's just here for three hours and already causing a scene.
"Pick up all the things you threw and put them inside my bag," I told her in the most polite way I could.
"No, I want you to beg and kiss my foot first." She replied and crossed her arms.
I don't want to feel the urge to kill anymore, Angel. If you do this, I'm afraid I could strangle you to death again. But this time, you will surely not survive anymore.
"I said, pick up all my things and return them in my bag," I told her again in the nicest way I could.
"I told you, you should beg first and - "
I went close to her and placed my hands on her neck.
"Oh, will you shut up? Do you want me to do the same thing I did to you five years ago?" I told her sharply but in a silent voice.
The face she's showing right now is the same face when I did this to her before. She's terrified.
"Now, if you don't want me to kill you in front of everyone, pick up the things you threw and give it back to me."
"No, you can't kill me in public."
"Well, I can. Want a sample?" I choked her real hard, but I heard someone approaching us.
"Stop, girls, stop!" I looked back, and I saw the class president.
She is holding a Science book in one hand. Her height is the same as mine, and she has wavy golden-brown hair.
I had no choice but to remove my hands from Angel's neck and pick up the mess she did.
I hate cleaning the mess of others. If I could just torture her now, I would.
While I was picking my pencil case and other notebooks, I lifted my face and saw this hooded guy again in front of me picking my colored pencils, which were also scattered.
"Here." He told in a low voice and gave me the pencils he picked.
I just grabbed it from him and annoyingly went back to my seat.
"Hmm, look at a psychopath being annoyed and angry." Angel teased.
"I can get angry and annoyed if I'm provoked."
"Then you can feel emotions? You told me before you can't feel anything."
"I can't feel other emotions except for anger and irritation. " I glared at her.
"How sad of you if you don't feel happiness at all."
I looked at her and smirked.
"I do feel happy at some times," I replied.
"When?"
"If I hurt someone. It's making me satisfied to see other people release different kinds of emotions, so don't provoke me to hurt you." I leaned towards her and gently raced my fingers through her jaw.
...
The class was dismissed earlier today because the teachers need to meet about the bullying cases in this school.
While fixing my things and organizing my books, I glanced around the classroom and saw the hooded guy staring at me again.
I just shook my head, and as soon as I was finished fixing my things, I immediately went out.
I proceeded to Jameson's classroom, but their teacher said he was in the field, so I went there.
"Hey, James! Let's go home!" I called him.
Until now, he's still playing soccer, and he is full of sweat. I have to admit he looks hot sweating, though.
"Oh, hi Bella! I'm so sorry I couldn't walk with you going home today. We still need to practice for the upcoming tournament." He said while catching breath.
"Okay," I replied shortly and was about to turn around, but he pulled my wrist, and I bumped into him.
"Don't worry. We live on the same roof anyway." He said while holding my waist, hugging me.
I can hear his heart beating so fast. I looked at him, and his face was also red.
Is this how he feels?
"I gotta leave." I pushed him and finally left.
...
Walking in the streets alone is not bad, but I feel like I'm not used to it.
*Click*
I turned around because I heard a clicking sound again. It is what I exactly heard from the rooftop earlier.
Probably just a cat.
*Click* *Click*
I turned around again but still saw nothing. It's just me alone on this road, and I can't see anyone either.
I walked faster but heard those clicking sounds multiple times.
Someone's following me.
"Who's that!?" I yelled.
*Click* *Click*
I don't feel frightened, but it's making me feel odd.
"I said who is that!?" I grabbed the pocket knife in my skirt pocket.
"Meow."
A cat?
I returned the knife inside my pocket and just sighed heavily.
Whoever's playing with me right now, you wouldn't want how this game will end.