RUBBING both of Hussey’s palm she nudged her twin’s shoulder without their math teacher noticing. “Hey…”
Eiassey let out an irritated hum, not giving her twin a glance.
All of the students inside of the room had their eyes fixated to their seatwork, afraid to make a small motion or else the teacher might get suspicious. It’s their terror math teacher after all.
But Hussey just couldn’t stay still in her seat.
Almost fifteen minutes passed and her paper was still blank.
Anytime now they have to pass their seatwork for checking and she don’t want to embarrass herself in front of the class!
“Can I copy your work, please?”
The young lady leaned slowly to Hussey, not wanting to get caught by their teacher because they have been whispering for the last minutes. “You thought I have a correct answer? I’m just dumb as you.”
It’s not that they are not good with all of their subjects, it’s just that they are strongly not good with math now that they’re in their high school.
The twins were good in math when they are in their elementary years but what happened now? They don’t know, maybe they just can’t cope up because in weekdays their lesson changed three times and they have four math in five days.
It doesn’t help them understand it fully they just jump and jump to new lessons.
“Come on, it’s okay if it’s wrong. I just don’t know what to write on this paper.”
Eiassey took out a small puff. “Just write random formulas, that’s what I did—”
“Miss Hussey and Eiassey Limana Aozora! Would you like to tell us what are you two whispering on your seats?”
The two shrunk on their seat after they heard their teacher call them in full name.
Both of their hands was tensed out of uneasiness, plus the humiliation that they received embarrassed the shit out of them.
It felt like as if the good air came back inside of the room when all of the students heard the bell rang, indicating that their third period ended.
Reason why their seatwork will be checked for the other day.
“Good bye, Saint Ignatius,” the teacher announced, students stated their good byes in bored and long tone as the math teacher got out of their room.
A shaky breath got out of Hussey’s lips after the teacher was out of sight.
“Finally! Vacant!” Eiassey warbled while cleaning her things and putting it in her bag. “I’ll get going now, how about you?”
Stretching her arms up, Hussey replied her twin, “I’ll wait for Mez until her fourth period finished.” She shrugged while wearing her jacket and sliding her bag’s strap over her shoulder.
Eiassey just nodded then got ahead of her now.
Meanwhile Hussey sneaked a peer through the glass of the door to see if her friend Mezzari was doing fine.
When she saw her friend listening to their Filipino teacher’s lecture she began to walk away and took the stairs.
Her legs were taking her to the extension— it’s the second cafeteria of the school but not most students go there as it was a closed place and dark but for Hussey it’s also a hideout if she doesn’t want to go in the gym if there’s a celebration since not all people go in there.
Also, the reason students rarely visit the place it’s because the extension was a famous place where some delinquents beat up weak students.
The young lady wanted to spent her time waiting there since it’s quiet and she can read there peacefully.
But as she got closer to the edge part of the extension she caught a whip of an unpleasant scent.
A disturbing smell of blood.
There might be a trouble here…
Hussey have been had a strong sense of smelling for as long as she can remember and she swore she doesn’t know how it started and where it was coming.
Because of that it left her wondering how she can do it but she can also smell a whiff of emotions— it can be pleasing or unpleasing, reason why she always knows if someone’s genuine or lying.
Or if it’s a good fragrance the person who’s emitting such smell were in their positive state and bad fragrance for the ones who emits negativity.
Without making any single sound, she walked closer to where the smell was coming from.
Her nose scrunched to brush off the smell, she was rethinking that it was better not to meddle or she would discover something gruesome again.
Not long seconds ago, Hussey stopped. Shaking her head, she was restricting herself to investigate because whenever she got to smell a rotten dead animal she would end up regretting looking out for it.
The young lady was ready to turn her heels around if she just didn’t heard grunts from the dark corner.
She pinched her nose, getting disturbed by the scent of blood. This felt wrong, she thought.
Sighing, she followed her gut to know what’s the fuss there.
Finally reaching the source of smell, she stood there still. Hussey was in front of five students that looked like her age.
Her blood boiled at the sight.
One was roughed up pretty bad while the other four— one girl and three boys were beating up the poor boy mercilessly.
Failed to notice her presence, she listened to their conversation.
“This guy was ogling my breast!” The finicky woman said that made one of the three male students punch his face.
The poor guy dropped on the floor, blood rushed out of his lips. “Why, Nase? Does her bouncing buxom turns you on?” the most notorious looking delinquent yelled angrily at him.
With her flame of fury igniting her up. Hussey unknowingly walked to their direction.
A loud thud was created when one of the students dropped flat on the floor after he failed to dodge Hussey’s kick on his abdomen when he was about to hit the poor guy again.
A scheming smirk made way on her lips. “Aww that sucks. So!” she began. “What do we have here?”
She skimmed her orbs to the remaining three students until her eyes dropped to the girl who seemed like she was the one that was wanting the poor guy get beat up.
“Shall we talk about what’s the fuss you made here, darling?”