Chapter 158: Consequences
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"ALLLLLEEEEENN N N N N N….!" I heard the yell but didn't try to give another thought to it.
As I picked my bag from the class I encountered, Peter was waiting.
It was already predicted that he would be asking me several questions regarding the sudden appearance of Iris and then ask for the Principal and of course that yell.
"Alright, give it to me." I said as I stood against him.
"... Allen, what did you do to make Iris cry?" Peter roared.
Although it wasn't a loud voice but in this close proximity, I was wondering how come his voice be so heavy for some he hardly know.
"Wait, cry? Why did she cry?" I asked.
"Iris did."
"Who?"
"Iris!" He exclaimed.
"Just to be clear, we are talking about the same Iris, similar height to me and quite an attitude and of course her voice is high pitched all the time. The same Iris?" I wanted to confirm.
When I left her behind the door, I didn't imagine her crying. The way she was able to calm down so quickly did seem a bit strange but I didn't think she would cry after she left.
"Yes. That same Iris. Now tell me what happened there?" Peter asked.
I could have lied to him but apparently he wasn't in a great mood and moreover, if I were to lie to him and get caught up later on, I won't be able to call him as an ally. Although his favor is still with me, it doesn't mean it will always be.
"As I mentioned earlier I would tell you everything once it's over. But before that, why are you so concerned about her?" I asked.
"Wha-? I am not concerned…" He tried to brush me off, he tried to brush my question off.
"Is that so? Then how come your face has that expression?" I asked.
That's right. The only reason why I am asking is to know how come a person who is supposed to barely know Iris is having an expression like that? HIs eye lids are curled up, along with eyes slightly turned red as if he is about to cry. Amongst this, his lips were trembling a bit and of course it was sort of angry.
I wonder why…
"Th-That…" He seemed reluctant to tell me.
"If you don't tell me why you are so concerned with her, I won't tell you what happened otherwise," I said.
Of course if he would have kept that expression to himself I wouldn't have pried further but it's a different matter since it's now related to someone I am using. Both of them are my allies, my tools, in order for me to utilize them at the best I need to know the reason for him getting mad at me.
"Alright… I will tell you but you can't tell Iris about this." He said. Although he was feeling a bit jittery, he still showed courage to tell me.
"So what is it?"
"Let's take a walk…" He proposed.
…
It was a warm afternoon, the breeze was slightly colder maybe because of the sun being put inside the blanket of clouds but it didn't matter much. It was bearable.
Birds were nowhere to be found under that vast sky, well of course why would they? I would even prefer to stay indoors. Not because of the weather but because I prefer it that way. Don't judge me for that. Even the traffic was a lot less as compared to normal days. I wonder if they all got sick.
Anyway, I am not here for a walk but for a specific reason. Peter has to tell me something I ordered him to and I have to listen to it in order to know why. Either way, I have to walk him and listen to his story.
"Now…?"
We were already out of the school premise and he still hasn't spoken a word.
"Soon…"
"What is it? Are you preparing your heart for something, huh? Like a confession, sort of?" I said with a pinch of prediction.
I mean isn't it a flag where the character tells the other person that he likes the other person but is too scared to tell the girl and sort of thing? I don't resent the idea about how the creator makes the character so scared but I don't like the idea about confessing. Aren't you practically forcing your feelings onto other people? It makes you selfish, but I am not the one to talk…
"Ho-Why- NO…!" his face was flushed, while he wasn't even walking normally. His arms were flying around, while the direction of legs were-bad.
"Oh god… you like Iris. Isn't that why you got mad? Now that I think of it, when Iris first came to the class you were kind of pissed off at me. Ah… now all the dots connect." I said.
"..."
"Wiat, I just guessed it. Don't tell it to the truth."
Seriously, I just blurted that out since my thoughts were filled with such thoughts. And with that red face, making those squeaky noises, I don't think I am too off the mark but I am right on the mark.
"It's the truth…" he blushed.
I REPEAT, THIS BASTARD BLUSHED!
Why didn't you just tell me so? I wouldn't have needed to follow you around just because of it.
"What the hell? If you liked then say that earlier… Why wait this long? Wasa it that hard to just say that?" I asked or more like demanded.
"Yes… I can't just say such things quite easily…" he said.
Please tell me it's the heat that is turning his face red. And what's happening to me? Why am I able to predict all his reasons correctly? I don't mind getting myself correct at every turn but this one was uncalled for. If possible I would like to rewind it.
"So the only reason you got angry was because she broke down crying and not because you have some kind of past or anything?" I asked.
"We have but it's not something I can say out loud… it's too embarrassing." He disclosed.
"Huh? Now you are embarrassed? Just lay it out before I lay you out flat on the road." I ordered. It's been enough of his blushing and that weird looking face.
"Okay, okay. No need to get physical." He shuddered. "It was at the time when I was at the train station."
"... And?"
"Don't hurry me. It was at the time when I was at the train's public restroom." He said.
"Restroom?"
"So I was in there doing what we are supposed to do and all of a sudden I heard footsteps closing in. So of course I would be scared if I heard it. As I looked at the door, a person emerged from it or more precisely…"
"More precisely?"
"It was a girl."
"Let me guess, and that girl was Iris." I presumed.
"Yes… it was like love at first sight. The bold personality, those long eyelashes, along with those hair floating in the air. And-And that piercing gaze…" He said embarrassed.
"Love at first sight? Who are you dillusoning? I am certain it's not me." I said.
"That's why I didn't want to tell you this." He exclaimed.
"Still aren't you being childish and above all, Stupid?" I asked.
"..." He looked angry. Why?
"What? It's not like I asked the wrong question. All of this is sto stupid that even a kindergarten would tell a better story than yours. I mean who the hell would get their love at first sight in a restroom? Restroom?" I emphasized the weird place of occurrence.
"Anyway, tell me about yours now. Why did Iris cry? And what happened there?" He asked.
Although he was not settled yet, he still tried not to keep calm.
"About Iris crying, I don't know. Seriously." I replied honestly.
It's the truth, if she were to cry I would be the first one to notice that and of course I would also be the first one to get surprised. Her bold personality really didn't match her character at the time of crying. The Iris I know is more like a person who would make the other person cry rather than being in those shoes.
"Really? You didn't know she was crying? But she came from the same direction you wnet. Didn't you two have some sort of conversation…?" Peter questioned me.
I understand what he likes but still, to question me, isn't that absurd?
"I can't show any proof or anything of that sort but the one thing that I am certain of is that, when I last met her, she was completely fine and definitely crying. So now you can believe me or question me, my answer won't be bending to another direction." I said.
"O-Okay… I believe you." He said.
"Also, it was not just some room. It was the Student Council room. And the one named Henry, that psycho kind of kidnapped Iris." I said and took a glance at Peter.
"Kidnap?!" he was enraged.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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"ALLLLLEEEEENN N N N N N….!" I heard the yell but didn't try to give another thought to it.
As I picked my bag from the class I encountered, Peter was waiting.
It was already predicted that he would be asking me several questions regarding the sudden appearance of Iris and then ask for the Principal and of course that yell.
"Alright, give it to me." I said as I stood against him.
"... Allen, what did you do to make Iris cry?" Peter roared.
Although it wasn't a loud voice but in this close proximity, I was wondering how come his voice be so heavy for some he hardly know.
"Wait, cry? Why did she cry?" I asked.
"Iris did."
"Who?"
"Iris!" He exclaimed.
"Just to be clear, we are talking about the same Iris, similar height to me and quite an attitude and of course her voice is high pitched all the time. The same Iris?" I wanted to confirm.
When I left her behind the door, I didn't imagine her crying. The way she was able to calm down so quickly did seem a bit strange but I didn't think she would cry after she left.
"Yes. That same Iris. Now tell me what happened there?" Peter asked.
I could have lied to him but apparently he wasn't in a great mood and moreover, if I were to lie to him and get caught up later on, I won't be able to call him as an ally. Although his favor is still with me, it doesn't mean it will always be.
"As I mentioned earlier I would tell you everything once it's over. But before that, why are you so concerned about her?" I asked.
"Wha-? I am not concerned…" He tried to brush me off, he tried to brush my question off.
"Is that so? Then how come your face has that expression?" I asked.
That's right. The only reason why I am asking is to know how come a person who is supposed to barely know Iris is having an expression like that? HIs eye lids are curled up, along with eyes slightly turned red as if he is about to cry. Amongst this, his lips were trembling a bit and of course it was sort of angry.
I wonder why…
"Th-That…" He seemed reluctant to tell me.
"If you don't tell me why you are so concerned with her, I won't tell you what happened otherwise," I said.
Of course if he would have kept that expression to himself I wouldn't have pried further but it's a different matter since it's now related to someone I am using. Both of them are my allies, my tools, in order for me to utilize them at the best I need to know the reason for him getting mad at me.
"Alright… I will tell you but you can't tell Iris about this." He said. Although he was feeling a bit jittery, he still showed courage to tell me.
"So what is it?"
"Let's take a walk…" He proposed.
…
It was a warm afternoon, the breeze was slightly colder maybe because of the sun being put inside the blanket of clouds but it didn't matter much. It was bearable.
Birds were nowhere to be found under that vast sky, well of course why would they? I would even prefer to stay indoors. Not because of the weather but because I prefer it that way. Don't judge me for that. Even the traffic was a lot less as compared to normal days. I wonder if they all got sick.
Anyway, I am not here for a walk but for a specific reason. Peter has to tell me something I ordered him to and I have to listen to it in order to know why. Either way, I have to walk him and listen to his story.
"Now…?"
We were already out of the school premise and he still hasn't spoken a word.
"Soon…"
"What is it? Are you preparing your heart for something, huh? Like a confession, sort of?" I said with a pinch of prediction.
I mean isn't it a flag where the character tells the other person that he likes the other person but is too scared to tell the girl and sort of thing? I don't resent the idea about how the creator makes the character so scared but I don't like the idea about confessing. Aren't you practically forcing your feelings onto other people? It makes you selfish, but I am not the one to talk…
"Ho-Why- NO…!" his face was flushed, while he wasn't even walking normally. His arms were flying around, while the direction of legs were-bad.
"Oh god… you like Iris. Isn't that why you got mad? Now that I think of it, when Iris first came to the class you were kind of pissed off at me. Ah… now all the dots connect." I said.
"..."
"Wiat, I just guessed it. Don't tell it to the truth."
Seriously, I just blurted that out since my thoughts were filled with such thoughts. And with that red face, making those squeaky noises, I don't think I am too off the mark but I am right on the mark.
"It's the truth…" he blushed.
I REPEAT, THIS BASTARD BLUSHED!
Why didn't you just tell me so? I wouldn't have needed to follow you around just because of it.
"What the hell? If you liked then say that earlier… Why wait this long? Wasa it that hard to just say that?" I asked or more like demanded.
"Yes… I can't just say such things quite easily…" he said.
Please tell me it's the heat that is turning his face red. And what's happening to me? Why am I able to predict all his reasons correctly? I don't mind getting myself correct at every turn but this one was uncalled for. If possible I would like to rewind it.
"So the only reason you got angry was because she broke down crying and not because you have some kind of past or anything?" I asked.
"We have but it's not something I can say out loud… it's too embarrassing." He disclosed.
"Huh? Now you are embarrassed? Just lay it out before I lay you out flat on the road." I ordered. It's been enough of his blushing and that weird looking face.
"Okay, okay. No need to get physical." He shuddered. "It was at the time when I was at the train station."
"... And?"
"Don't hurry me. It was at the time when I was at the train's public restroom." He said.
"Restroom?"
"So I was in there doing what we are supposed to do and all of a sudden I heard footsteps closing in. So of course I would be scared if I heard it. As I looked at the door, a person emerged from it or more precisely…"
"More precisely?"
"It was a girl."
"Let me guess, and that girl was Iris." I presumed.
"Yes… it was like love at first sight. The bold personality, those long eyelashes, along with those hair floating in the air. And-And that piercing gaze…" He said embarrassed.
"Love at first sight? Who are you dillusoning? I am certain it's not me." I said.
"That's why I didn't want to tell you this." He exclaimed.
"Still aren't you being childish and above all, Stupid?" I asked.
"..." He looked angry. Why?
"What? It's not like I asked the wrong question. All of this is sto stupid that even a kindergarten would tell a better story than yours. I mean who the hell would get their love at first sight in a restroom? Restroom?" I emphasized the weird place of occurrence.
"Anyway, tell me about yours now. Why did Iris cry? And what happened there?" He asked.
Although he was not settled yet, he still tried not to keep calm.
"About Iris crying, I don't know. Seriously." I replied honestly.
It's the truth, if she were to cry I would be the first one to notice that and of course I would also be the first one to get surprised. Her bold personality really didn't match her character at the time of crying. The Iris I know is more like a person who would make the other person cry rather than being in those shoes.
"Really? You didn't know she was crying? But she came from the same direction you wnet. Didn't you two have some sort of conversation…?" Peter questioned me.
I understand what he likes but still, to question me, isn't that absurd?
"I can't show any proof or anything of that sort but the one thing that I am certain of is that, when I last met her, she was completely fine and definitely crying. So now you can believe me or question me, my answer won't be bending to another direction." I said.
"O-Okay… I believe you." He said.
"Also, it was not just some room. It was the Student Council room. And the one named Henry, that psycho kind of kidnapped Iris." I said and took a glance at Peter.
"Kidnap?!" he was enraged.
TO BE CONTINUED…
"ALLLLLEEEEENN N N N N N.!" I heard the yell but didn't try to give another thought to it. As I picked my bag from the class I encountered, Peter was waiting. It was already predicted that he would be asking me several questions regarding the sudden appearance of Iris and then ask for the Principal and of course that yell. "Alright, give it to me." I said as I stood against him. "... Allen, what did you do to make Iris cry?" Peter roared. Although it wasn't a loud voice but in this close proximity, I was wondering how come his voice be so heavy for some he hardly know. "Wait, cry? Why did she cry?" I asked. "Iris did." "Who?" "Iris!" He exclaimed. "Just to be clear, we are talking about the same Iris, similar height to me and quite an attitude and of course her voice is high pitched all the time. The same Iris?" I wanted to confirm. When I left her behind the door, I didn't imagine her crying. The way she was able to calm down so quickly did seem a bit strange but I didn't think she would cry after she left. "Yes. That same Iris. Now tell me what happened there?" Peter asked. I could have lied to him but apparently he wasn't in a great mood and moreover, if I were to lie to him and get caught up later on, I won't be able to call him as an ally. Although his favor is still with me, it doesn't mean it will always be. "As I mentioned earlier I would tell you everything once it's over. But before that, why are you so concerned about her?" I asked. "Wha-? I am not concerned" He tried to brush me off, he tried to brush my question off. "Is that so? Then how come your face has that expression?" I asked. That's right. The only reason why I am asking is to know how come a person who is supposed to barely know Iris is having an expression like that? HIs eye lids are curled up, along with eyes slightly turned red as if he is about to cry. Amongst this, his lips were trembling a bit and of course it was sort of angry. I wonder why "Th-That" He seemed reluctant to tell me. "If you don't tell me why you are so concerned with her, I won't tell you what happened otherwise," I said. Of course if he would have kept that expression to himself I wouldn't have pried further but it's a different matter since it's now related to someone I am using. Both of them are my allies, my tools, in order for me to utilize them at the best I need to know the reason for him getting mad at me. "Alright I will tell you but you can't tell Iris about this." He said. Although he was feeling a bit jittery, he still showed courage to tell me. "So what is it?" "Let's take a walk" He proposed. It was a warm afternoon, the breeze was slightly colder maybe because of the sun being put inside the blanket of clouds but it didn't matter much. It was bearable. Birds were nowhere to be found under that vast sky, well of course why would they? I would even prefer to stay indoors. Not because of the weather but because I prefer it that way. Don't judge me for that. Even the traffic was a lot less as compared to normal days. I wonder if they all got sick. Anyway, I am not here for a walk but for a specific reason. Peter has to tell me something I ordered him to and I have to listen to it in order to know why. Either way, I have to walk him and listen to his story. "Now?" We were already out of the school premise and he still hasn't spoken a word. "Soon" "What is it? Are you preparing your heart for something, huh? Like a confession, sort of?" I said with a pinch of prediction. I mean isn't it a flag where the character tells the other person that he likes the other person but is too scared to tell the girl and sort of thing? I don't resent the idea about how the creator makes the character so scared but I don't like the idea about confessing. Aren't you practically forcing your feelings onto other people? It makes you selfish, but I am not the one to talk "Ho-Why- NO!" his face was flushed, while he wasn't even walking normally. His arms were flying around, while the direction of legs were-bad. "Oh god you like Iris. Isn't that why you got mad? Now that I think of it, when Iris first came to the class you were kind of pissed off at me. Ah now all the dots connect." I said. "..." "Wiat, I just guessed it. Don't tell it to the truth." Seriously, I just blurted that out since my thoughts were filled with such thoughts. And with that red face, making those squeaky noises, I don't think I am too off the mark but I am right on the mark. "It's the truth" he blushed. I REPEAT, THIS BASTARD BLUSHED! Why didn't you just tell me so? I wouldn't have needed to follow you around just because of it. "What the hell? If you liked then say that earlier Why wait this long? Wasa it that hard to just say that?" I asked or more like demanded. "Yes I can't just say such things quite easily" he said. Please tell me it's the heat that is turning his face red. And what's happening to me? Why am I able to predict all his reasons correctly? I don't mind getting myself correct at every turn but this one was uncalled for. If possible I would like to rewind it. "So the only reason you got angry was because she broke down crying and not because you have some kind of past or anything?" I asked. "We have but it's not something I can say out loud it's too embarrassing." He disclosed. "Huh? Now you are embarrassed? Just lay it out before I lay you out flat on the road." I ordered. It's been enough of his blushing and that weird looking face. "Okay, okay. No need to get physical." He shuddered. "It was at the time when I was at the train station." "... And?" "Don't hurry me. It was at the time when I was at the train's public restroom." He said. "Restroom?" "So I was in there doing what we are supposed to do and all of a sudden I heard footsteps closing in. So of course I would be scared if I heard it. As I looked at the door, a person emerged from it or more precisely" "More precisely?" "It was a girl." "Let me guess, and that girl was Iris." I presumed. "Yes it was like love at first sight. The bold personality, those long eyelashes, along with those hair floating in the air. And-And that piercing gaze" He said embarrassed. "Love at first sight? Who are you dillusoning? I am certain it's not me." I said. "That's why I didn't want to tell you this." He exclaimed. "Still aren't you being childish and above all, Stupid?" I asked. "..." He looked angry. Why?"What? It's not like I asked the wrong question. All of this is sto stupid that even a kindergarten would tell a better story than yours. I mean who the hell would get their love at first sight in a restroom? Restroom?" I emphasized the weird place of occurrence. "Anyway, tell me about yours now. Why did Iris cry? And what happened there?" He asked. Although he was not settled yet, he still tried not to keep calm. "About Iris crying, I don't know. Seriously." I replied honestly. It's the truth, if she were to cry I would be the first one to notice that and of course I would also be the first one to get surprised. Her bold personality really didn't match her character at the time of crying. The Iris I know is more like a person who would make the other person cry rather than being in those shoes. "Really? You didn't know she was crying? But she came from the same direction you wnet. Didn't you two have some sort of conversation?" Peter questioned me. I understand what he likes but still, to question me, isn't that absurd? "I can't show any proof or anything of that sort but the one thing that I am certain of is that, when I last met her, she was completely fine and definitely crying. So now you can believe me or question me, my answer won't be bending to another direction." I said. "O-Okay I believe you." He said. "Also, it was not just some room. It was the Student Council room. And the one named Henry, that psycho kind of kidnapped Iris." I said and took a glance at Peter. "Kidnap?!" he was enraged. TO BE CONTINUED
