Night Rain: Chapter Eight; No Regrets Edition

I’m on top of the fucking world and no one can fucking stop me.
No one.
I’m gonna turn on my ipod.
Fucking hell. I hate how these earbuds get tangled up.
AH! There we go.
What’s on today’s playlist?
FUCK! YES! JUDAS PRIEST!
The Hellion! That’s my jam!
Those heavy riffs! They just carry you away!
Wait, what’s going on?
They’re staring at me.
“HEY! YOU’VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE HAVE FUN?!”
Deadbeat punks.
“Not sure if having fun or a seizure, you terrible dancer.”
Oh, a comedian.
“WELL FUCK YOUR SHIT, I’M ENJOYING MYSELF!”
And I just walk away like a boss before they can say anything.
Because quite frankly, they can’t deal with me right now. I’m too awesome.
I’m running on Bengal blood or something.
Wait, shit, I hate this transition.
It’s not that I hate Electric Eye, it’s just a bit of a let-down.
Shuffle, save me now.
YES!
QUEEN!
Don’t stop me now.
What a fitting song. It’s like my iPod is psychic.
What if my iPod was psychic?
And every time I put it on shuffle
It was trying to communicate with me?
Fuck that noise.
I just cannot be stopped right now.
I have energy to burn.
Oh what? I managed to make my way back to class.
Hope class isn’t going to suck ass.
Wait.
Who says I have to go anyway?
I could lie my way out of it, say it’s a medical thing and that I was shy about it.
They’d buy it.
But what the hell would I do with all that time?
I can’t be the only one cutting class at Yamaku.
Shit, someone’s coming.
It’s Stumpy, from my class.
Wait, she probably has a name.
“ ‘sup?”
Gotta play it cool.
“Not much. I’m Miki.”
“Aiko.”
“I remembered.”
“Cool.”
“What are you doing here so early?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I asked you first.”
“I asked you second.”
“I was heading back to class.”
“I’m working on that.”
“What?”
“Trying to decide if I should just skip right now or not.”
“Watch out guys, looks like we have a badass over here.”
“Ha, ha.”
“Well? What would you do anyway?”
“I don’t know.”
“Baka! You can’t even cut class right!”
“What are you, some sort of expert?”
“I’ve got my experience.”
“Then why don’t you show me how, oh wise master.”
“Alright, you’re on. Lemme grab my shit.”
“Don’t take forever now, princess.”
“Princess? The hell did that come from?”
Did I actually call her a princess? What the fuck, brain. I’m assuming control now.
“You’d have to be to sit in the front.”
“Not really. Just comfy chair.”
“Right. Hurry up.”
So this is how I make friends. By daring them into stupid shit.
I must learn to use this power for my own good.
Soon as Miki comes back out, we split.
“What’s there to do in this school when you cut class?”
“Well, nothing, since practically everything is supervised or monitored.”
“Then where do you go?”
“We’re going to my room. Since you just moved in, I’m gonna bet it’s boring as fuck.”
That predictable? Blah!
“Sounds good to me.”
Her skin really looks healthy in the sunlight. Not like all the pale nerds at my old school or the Filipinos who tended to make up the sports teams. It’s like a golden brown.
Wait, why the fuck am I thinking about her like that?
She’s just a student.
Right?
Oh my god, it’s a girlcrush.
Shit.
Come on, b-baka. It’s too soon to have one of those. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER LAST NAME.
She’s carrying her student card.
Miura.
FUCK. Now I know her last name.
Wait, this could be a trap.
“What are we gonna do in your room, Miki?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
“Not drugs, right?”
“What are you, scared?”
“No, I just can’t afford to get ARRESTED, b-baka.”
“Haha! Well we’re not going to do drugs. You can untwist your thong now.”
How did she know?
I should be more surprised the dorms aren’t staffed during class, but they probably compensate with the ID cards.
“Oh, Amaya?”
“Yes?”
“How do you feel about metal?”
“The material?”
“The music.”
“Only classic.”
“Hmm, not bad. This might not have been a bad idea.”
What’s that supposed to mean?
“What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
In what seems like no time at all, we’re in her room as Miki locks the door and tells me to have a seat on her bed.
“Why, Miki? What are we going to do on the bed?”
She closes the blinds.