Negative -Girls: To Live And Die - Chapter 42

If you ask me, I feel pretty lame waiting beside a wall here. The sun is getting stronger and the bell has long rung. If not for Xiao’s suggestion, I wouldn’t even think to wait for three delinquent girls climbing and jumping over the wall any time now.

“Do you know Carrie has friends?” Xiao said and shocked me in the middle of our walk back to the teacher’s office.

“She doesn’t strike me as a person to make friends with,” I reply. Carrie is probably that kind of girl who says friends are only useful if they’re stupid. But most breathing people are not stupid. Maybe confused or too trustful to others, but not stupid.

Xiao chuckled, “she does. Not a very positive friend, but the trio still are ones. But at least Carrie is not alone around the break period or when she has to do her group assignment.”

I mumble, “The trio. Should I have known about them?”

“Well, no.” She pressed her lips, “They have done much to slip their names around the gossip but not quite popular as the negative girls.”

If taking Lilly’s story about how other girls (maybe boys or men) idolized them then Xiao is not wrong.

“They called themselves the Yo-Lo, not sure what that stands for.”

“You Only Live Once,” I answered.

She shrugged, “you know things, maybe I’m too old now.”

“You look like eighteen.”

Her cheek blushed but quickly she patted it to normal, afraid the passing students would get the wrong impression. “I’m twenty-six but thank you for your compliment.

“But anyway, if you have to know about Carrie more… maybe take the chance to ask them.”

“Will it work?”

She gave a dry laugh, “I don’t think so, but maybe you could make it work.” She glanced at me, “you can make something unexpected anyway, having the tutor position despite being a male is a high accomplishment already.”

I like when she uses the word ‘accomplishment’ as if someday I will appear in a student’s history book. The first male ever to tutor broken negative girls, who apparently doesn’t like cat too much.

I give her a smile, “I can try to make it work.”

She smiled, “wish you good luck.”

“Where can I find them?” I had asked.

Instead of just where (place) I can find them, Xiao explained how I can find them. Wait outside on the east side of Acadasia’s wall until the bell rings. The trio will make an attempt to ‘escape’ from school.

I take her suggestion.

So I can scare the shit out of them.

But it has been an hour, no one has emerged from the wall.

…

I’m hungry.

And crave for soda.

Just when I decide to abandon the mission for today and to find a convenient store, three different voices pass the wall. They are coming from the inside.

“I’m hungry.”

“We can buy cola later, now help me.”

“I say hungry not thirsty.”

“Look Fatty, I will eat and drink your blood if the teacher finds us.”

“Fuck you.”

A sigh from the third person, “look guys, if we’re not climbing the wall before anyone sees us, the three of us are going to stay hungry and in the disciplinary room, all for nothing, all because my friends are wasting fucking time.”

Two different groans.

This might be interesting. I stand by to watch.

Also, the Acadasia’s wall is high–at least about two meters. I’m eager to see how they’re going to pass over it.

“I’m going first, get down Fatty.”

“All right, asshole.”

The next second ‘Fatty’ groans and two white hands hold on the wall. I’m guessing they use human stool technique.

The first one to land is a thin girl with sharp eyes. In a second there, I thought she’s going to find me but I guess those eyes are nothing to not realize my presence ten paces away from her. Or maybe my presence is just too dim, her visionary and auditory couldn’t locate me at all. Or maybe the human instinct doesn’t recognize me as a living being. That too could be true.

The second one is a fleshier girl with squared spectacles. She too doesn’t know I’m watching them (not spying because I should be evident in anyone’s eyes now.) She looks like a nerd but a cooler one I guess.

“Nerdy, rope.” Sharp eyes say.

Nerdy rolls her eyes, opens her bag and pulls out a ruffian rope.

From inside the wall, “guys, are you leaving me here alone?”

“Hurgg,” sharp eyes grab the rope, loosen the tie and throw it to the side of the wall, “patience, Fatty Patience.”

Nerdy cups her hand as and shout, “Hold it tight.”

“I am!”

“Don’t let it be like last time!”

“Oh come on, don’t waste time! Carrie is waiting, she’d be mad if we’re one second late to the match.”

Carrie? Oh, this is convenience.

And finally, Fatty emerged from the wall as if she was a growing mountain. She uses the rope to hold her weight and get around the wall. They look like a heist expert rather than just a delinquent girls.

Fatty pants as if she had just climbed Mount Everest. Neither of her friends seem amused.

“Goddam, have you ever thought of losing weight?” Sharp Eyes mocks.

But Fatty squints her small eyes, “shut the fuck up,” pant, pant, “this fat is my honour, this fat is always here to protect me from anything.”

As if to test that Sharp eyes punch Fatty’s fleshier arm. I could feel the bounciness from here.

Her damage gets bounced back and Sharp Eyes blows her fist, “shit.”

Only after a few seconds Fatty responds as if the (little) pain only gets her now, “what are you trying to do?” She rubs her arm.

Sharp eyes snort as she looks at the fat (defense +15, 75 chance to deal 15 percent of received damage,) “I thought I could punch the shit out of your fat so we can run faster to Pay and Play.”

Nerdy sighs and touches her forehead, “we’re talking like this will make us more late.”

I was never a Yo-Lo fan but after seeing their short skit, I would call myself a hardcore fan now.

“Who’s that?” Out of the three people who have sharp eyes and four eyes, the smallest eye in their group is the one who finds me first.

Time to make an appearance I suppose.