"If I can't protect you, I'll break you- after all toys are meant to be broken.~"
Trapped within a never ending circle.
The work of a psychotic, deluded man. All hidden under under the most delicate of frills, held together by cold steel chai...
A/n: this chapter may be slightly longer than the last... Your pov~ Eyes still glistening, the boy ordered my (F/p) along with a slice of apple strudel for himself. We both ate happily, discussing the different tastes of our pastries, his being sweet, yet having a pinch of tang that just melts on your tongue. Halfway through eating we decided to multitask by working on the task as well as eating, which was too bad... I was enjoying slacking off with free food.
I then realised this was a great chance to ask his name. Since he weirdly happened to know what mine was 'huh- strange', I thought to myself.
"Thank you, for the pastry ..." I made a hand gesture as if indicating him to fill the gap that I had purposely left.
"K-Kyoma", He mumbled, his hands fiddling within themselves reverting back to his original shy personality,"my name is Kyoma."
"Also, 'Kyoma' can I ask, how did you know what my name was?..." I had to admit I found it a little strange and creepy that he knew what my name was, also, why was he being so nice to me- especially after what I had said to him when we had first met, now that I had thought about it, I still hadn't apologised to him, and now he had bought me a pastry and was about to help me with my homework.
God I felt terrible, what was I doing- I-I really needed to apologise and fast before all the guilt pent up inside began to consume me whole.
"Oh, your name?" He began to flip through my English book, finally landing on the page that he was previously on, pulled out a finger from his clenched fist and pointed to a sentence on the lined sheet. "It's written right here, next to the people I assume you were meant to be working with, your name was first on the list, so I just thought it was yours."
"Oh, that makes sense, I guess?", That actually did make sense it was a one out of three chance and normally when working in a group you put your own name first. "Yep that makes sense." I said with a full mouth trying to keep as sanitary as possible, but I'm pretty sure I saw a few flecks of a combination of saliva and dampened pastry crust fly out of my mouth. Ew, real classy (Y/n).
I'm pretty sure Kyoma didn't see that, because he kept a straight face and gave no reaction, to what had just happened, either that or he was a great actor.
"So, (Y/n) which part are you stuck on?, how the detective used the letter that he had, what possible evaluations they could've possibly made with only that letter?"
"Both of them!" I piped up, I'm pretty sure if there were any people actually still in the café they all would've been staring at me with, perplexed expressions plastered across their faces. "I don't know how to do any of this... and I'm not getting any help from my stupid partners, how am I going to do this..." In a lower tone I continued to speak, my head hung low, "If I get another detention then it will be sure to get back to my mum, and I don't want to put her through this type of stress. No, not while she's on holiday. She works way too hard, she shouldn't have to worry about her brat of a fourteen year old daughter while she's away."
Kyoma seemed to hear what I was saying, because when I did lift my head up, I was greeted with a sympathetic look, he timidly placed a hand on my shoulder, edging away slightly. Noticing what he was trying to do, I decided to speak up.
"Don't worry, I don't bite", I said humorously, baring my teeth into a smile.
He began to laugh, it was hollow and almost empty, but I think he did it to please me.
"Don't worry, I can help you work on this project all you have to do is-." He paused glancing at the silver watch on his wrist, that gleamed with a rich tone of marigold from the sunset that glimmered brightly from the window behind us. It was a flattering angle and the sunlight made him look like he was glowing. His short black hair caught in the radiance of the light turning the rims of into a deep crimson colour. "Oh it's just about to turn to six O' clock, look I have to get going but if you want, I could give you my phone number, we could meet on another day so I can help you out on this project."
HIS PHONE NUMBER?! I MEAN I KNOW HE WANTED TO HELP ME BUT, WASNT THIS A LITTLE TOO STRAIGHT FORWARD.
Despite panicking from the inside, I maintained my composure on the out. "Sure", I replied coolly, before tearing out a small corner of my English book and fishing in my bag for a pen.
"Thanks", he replied, hastily scribbling down his contact information. It was a bit overdue, but I think now was the right time to apologise.
"H-hey, can I just say I'm s-s..." Why couldn't I say it, was I just being arrogant and too proud.
"It's okay (Y/n), I know I must've seemed a little creepy at first, so don-"
"No, I don't-, " I, didn't want his pity, I needed to say this, "Kyoma, I'm sorry for how I acted during our first encounter", I breathed rushing my speech, It really felt awkward to apologise and I felt the urge to leave.
I began to close my book and pack my things up. Taking my pen and suffocating his phone number within my book. Stuffing all the items into my bag, before throwing it over my back and exiting the through the door "Bye!", I shouted half way through the door, making my way down the street, waving my forearm back and forth. Not bothering to turn back, to see him say his goodbyes.
I was so glad to finally be back at my flat door. While walking up the stairs, I had devised a plan of how I could do the assignment. 1. Ask friends 2. If that doesn't work, just search it up
The plan was simple, but had many things that could go wrong, so I just had to have hope that it would work out for me. After locking the door securely, I ran into my room dumping my bag onto the floor, jumping into my bed smothering it in my love. "Ahh, bed~" I sighed contently. I was ready to ditch my plan all together to just lay in bed, but forcefully ripped myself away from it.
*
Charging my phone took forever, but when it finally turned on, I instantly went onto the group chat that included some of my friends. It was always being renamed, but this time it was called 'do something inspiring' Which was peculiar as it was previously named 'beans in mayonnaise'
(Y/n): hey guys, I need help with my English homework. HELP ME Mihika: hey now~ Hey now~ (Y/n): MIHIKA, THIS IS NO TIME FOR DABBING Mihika: ;,,( Elle: Anyways...Salutations kiddo, how can we help? (^•^)/ (Y/n): So, how do you figure out a murder with only a addressed letter Pooja:....wot? How do you do that? Mihika: no idea >~< (Y/n): rly no one can help me T-T Jasmine: hey guys what's happening? \('•~•)/ (Y/n): Ughhhhh D:\ -(Y/n) has exited the chat- It was pretty obvious I wasn't going to receive any help from my friends, and if I stayed they would just bombard me with useless questions.
I then turned to my second option the internet, it was a beautiful thing that provided knowledge of everything.
I must've been searching for hours to no avail it seemed I would have to do this myself. An easy way to conduct more pain onto myself. My eyes felt like they were being drowned in a sea of lava, cacti pricked at my lower thigh and leg all they way down to my ankles, implanting their spears deep within my flesh, causing grounding me to my bed whenever I tried to make a move.
"Stupid pins and needles", I cursed leaning over my crossed legs to reach for my bag to retrieve my English book. Upon opening my book to its designated page, a small slip of paper fell out. "Huh..." I whispered to myself curiously before dialling the number and letting it ring... End of part 2 A/n: Funny thing, I actually tried the letter question with my real life friends and this is the response I got: Cringvi is Mihika
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