First Period
After homeroom finished, Ashton and the others went to the changing room, got into their gym uniforms, and then assembled on the field in front of the school building where Blood was waiting.
“Look who’s here,” he said. “The infamous troublemakers of third-year Class 9.”
“Mr. Blood, I request an immediate amendment! Infamous only applies to a few students!” Claudia, the student representative, shot a glare at Gile and Gauss. They looked away innocently, failing to look natural. Also on the receiving end of Claudia’s glare was Olivia, who was cheerfully amusing herself with some ants on the ground.
Blood gave a long-suffering smile. “I don’t envy Mr. Otto,” he said. “Now, today’s class. You will compete...to see who can fall asleep the fastest.”
More than half the class looked bewildered. The first one to speak up was Claudia.
“This is just you wanting a morning nap, isn’t it, Mr. Blood? Hungover, I expect. I’ll be reporting this to Principal Z.”
Under Claudia’s icy gaze, Blood’s face went comically stiff. Then, he clapped his hands like nothing had happened.
“Jokes aside, today we’ll be doing short distance running. Let’s get started. I want you in pairs doing your warm up exercises.” He got up on the hall stage, then sat down, crossing his legs.
While the others went on finding partners without any trouble, Ashton looked around desperately. Just when he was about to call out to Evanson, a voice came from behind him.
“Ashton, let’s be partners!”
“No thanks. Go find another girl to pair up with.” Even if they were childhood friends, she was still a girl—and the school’s “Angel of Angels” to boot. Ashton, not interested in having every boy in the school jealous of him, tried to refuse, but Olivia placed a hand on each of his shoulders and forced him into sitting.
“I said ‘no,’ didn’t I?!”
“Come on, spread your legs out.”
“Listen when people talk to you!” Ashton kept grumbling, but he spread his legs as he was told. With both hands, Olivia slowly pushed down on his back.
“You’re stiff, huh, Ashton?”
“I’m on the flexible side, actually. You’re the weird one, the way you bend like an octopus.”
Olivia laughed. “You’re always so funny, Ashton.”
“I was absolutely not trying to be funny.”
“Okay, here we go!”
“Huh? What do you mean—wait! Ow ow ow owww!”
Olivia pushed down on his back with her whole body. Ashton howled with pain, but then—
“Ashton, you bastard! Think you can get cozy with Olivia, huh?!”
“I’d die happy if only Olivia would do that to me!”
“Every boy in the school wants that and can’t have it, but just because Ashton’s her childhood friend, he makes it look easy... All I can think is how much I want to kill the guy.”
“Dude, I’ve been itching to murder him forever.”
Building on Olivia’s physical assault, the mental assault from the boys mounted in ferocity.
Do they seriously think things ended up this way because I wanted— What in the?!
Imposing itself into Ashton’s vision as it hung down from a window in the school building was an enormous banner upon which was written GO TO HELL, ASHTON.
Next came the icing on the cake.
“Shall I just go ahead and cut off the eyes, nose, and mouth, then?”
The terrifying words floated up out of nowhere. The boys who had been so unreservedly wishing him ill all suddenly looked at him with sympathy.
Ashton looked at the source of the voice. Claudia’s smile was glacier cold.
I don’t know what’s going on, but at this rate, I’m going to get murdered by the student repre...oh.
A sound he absolutely under no circumstances could be hearing rang brightly in his ears.
“H-Hey...Olivia...?” With a jerking motion like a rusty hinge, Ashton tilted his head to one side.
“Went a bit far, huh?” Beside him, Olivia was laughing.
It took Ashton two weeks to make a full recovery...
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