Chapter 100: How conceited was I? Part 2

But just because the girl got the wrong idea, didn't mean I had to correct her. "Do you give up or should I chop off some of your fingers?" 

"I-I- Give up!" So much for her pride. 

All the barriers disappeared and the girl fell on her feet. 

"Three points. Well done." Mike clapped. Merin also clapped. 

"Yes, well done. If you're that powerful, I'd have a hard time believing you'd just give up on your girl." Was this girl trying to cheer me up or piss me off? I couldn't pick. 

At this point, I had a hard time believing too. But if Marg didn't want me, then there was nothing I could have done. 

This felt awfully artificial so I just sighed and went to the side, and sat on a bench. 

***

My next battle would take place exactly ten minutes later. So I had some free time to think. But think what? Just when I got the thoughts of Marg away from my mind… everything just came flooding back. 

With a sigh, I looked up. There were clouds up there but all of them were white ones and it probably wouldn't rain in the next few weeks. 

'Well, she did say I wouldn't have to take responsibility at the time.' I guess she meant it. Or perhaps she never liked me, and though I was feeling awfully full of myself, did I love her? What was love anyway? The feeling of lust, trust, sacrifice or was there more? I didn't know. 

How could I? I'd never been in love before. 

But I did feel my chest beat faster for her, and hurt a little when the thought of her being with someone else crossed my mind. 

With another sigh, I stood up and went closer to Mike and Merin. I understood why Mike was here, but Merin too? Though he'd said he would see my matches today, I didn't think he'd be here all the time. 

"Got nothing better to do?"

"Pretty much. Kind of got bored sitting back in my room. Can't get the idea of, you know what, out of my head." He gave me a smug grin. 

I really wanted to punch those somewhat white teeth of his. 

Again, life was really, full of sighs. "So, where's my opponent?"

"She's running late, I guess." Mike crossed his hands and looked around. 

As I looked around too, I saw a girl running towards us. 

"Sorry, I'm late." A girl huffed and puffed, hands on her knees. She was a bit on the chubbier side. "Hi, Diana, your biggest fan." She still hadn't caught her breath but she sure was excited to meet me.

And then I kind of remembered, I actually had a fan club before people knew I was a villain, which I wasn't. But I didn't expect to still have fans.

"Yeah, nice to meet you." I shook her hands, reluctantly. Awfully sweaty. 

"I just heard you were declined. I'm free!" She squirmed some more, without letting go of my hand. Though she was being polite, I didn't find that appealing, one bit. "I'm totally free. You can do anything you want with me!" And then she went crazy.

I didn't know why, but that sounded awfully wrong. I gave a glance at Merin and he was having the time of his life. 

I really, really wanted to kill the guy now. 

But really, how the hell did word travel so fast?

"Anyway, we're fighting, right? Let's start."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'll just give you all my points. All you have to do, is just give me a kiss."

"I'll pass, get ready." I switched on my saber.

"Ah, rejected." She wasn't sad one bit and squirmed some more. What was she, a masochist?

I didn't know, I didn't care. "Let's just get this over with." My scythe yet again became a bit too erratic. I was definitely not in a good mood. 

"Go!"

Before the girl could even do anything I just launched myself forward, instantly, putting my scythe over her head, while setting up a barrier just so, I didn't accidentally decapitate her. 

If my scythe's abilities weren't known then nothing stopped me from fully using them without warning. 

I didn't know if she really was this slow or if she was throwing the match, but either way, I was fine with getting the points. 

She gave up but her smile didn't falter. "So, when are we going out?"

"Never, I already got a date."

And I never thought I'd use Selene as an excuse. 

"Really?" The girl grinded her teeth and looked at me with bloodshot eyes. "Who's the lucky girl?"

"That's none of your concern." 

"Why not me! Because I'm fat!?" And she was going crazier. She was one of those types who disliked their own bodies. 

I was already pretty irritated, so her words weren't really helping to keep my mood in check. "Yeah, I don't give a crap whether you're fat or just bones. If I like someone, that'll be all. I wouldn't give two hoots about their appearance. " That wasn't completely true, but I never really paid too much attention to appearances anyway. And I couldn't get the idea of Marg out of my head either. So I became more and more irritated by the second. 

"You really are a charmer," Mike whispered and I just ignored him.

"Why do I have three fights today?" And I also had three yesterday too. Someone was definitely behind all this. 

"Dunno, no one told me." Mike shrugged his shoulders while Merin just laughed at the whole thing. 

"Useless."

The guy just laughed it off. 

"Excellently done. Marvelous." The voice came from behind me and there he was, the fifth and only transfer student, I never talked to. 

I guess I didn't have to wait for the last fight after all. 

"Thank you, can we start now?"

"Should you really not rest? I have time, so I wouldn't mind waiting a bit." His accent was a bit weird, probably from South East Asia.

My veins throbbed. Was this guy taking pity on me, seriously?