Mhorfell Academy of Gangsters (Now Published Under PSICOM Publishing)

Chapter 4: Our So-Called Party

"Don't you think it's too early for us to meet again, King Spade?" I smirked.

He instantly changes his expression. It became calmed and composed again. However, he replied to me with an evil grin on his face. "Not too early. Seeing you today is like making my nerves excited to hear you scream to death sooner or later."

Then, he stopped about two meters away from the bench I'm sitting on.

"Why? Natapakan ko ba ang pagkalaki-laking ego mo? Aww. One of the awful and hated story of girls. Men and their ego." Pang-aasar ko sa kanya.

But he didn't even flinch. "If I said yes, will there be any change? Nothing, right?" he said. This guy sure knows how to talk back.

"There will be a change if you stop following this depraved world's axis and make your own through your own choices and lead others to that axis of yours." Makahulugan kong sagot sa kanya. Pero sa puntong ito, hindi na ito pang-aasar. Talagang sagot ko lang sa tinanong niya. Paano nga ba napunta rito ang usapan?

I noticed that he became somewhat dazed on a second. My brows furrowed and he returns to his composure again. "And make others make their own axis too if they didn't like the way I lead?" He continued.

Somehow, I felt like we're debating about something I don't know. But on the second thought, I felt like he knows what we are talking about totally. "That depends on your choices and to the world you've created. Whether it will be depraved or abundant." I answered again.

This time, he really did stop. Para bang may malalim siyang iniisip pero sa akin lang siya nakatingin na parang sinusuri ako. I became uncomfortable with his gaze and so I shifted my eyes to the flowers arranged in here.

Wala kaming sinasabi. Wala rin kaming ibang ginagawa.

Pero alam ko na nakatingin pa rin siya sa akin.

Hindi ko na inalam pa kung anong klase ang tingin na iyon at ako na ang naunang umalis sa greenhouse. Naglakad ako papunta sa comfort room para makapaghilamos man lang at mahimasmasan naman ako sandali.

What kind of conversation is that?

Iyan ang tanong ko sa sarili mula pagtingin ko salamin hanggang sa ngayon na pabalik na ako ng classroom.