Chapter 128 - Trust? It's Just A Sham

{Present Time}

I entered the class after meeting with Alex. And when I stepped inside the classroom I realized it. IT is the day we choose our partners. 

"Who are you going to choose…?" 

"Wel… if I had to choose someone from among boys it would definitely be Peter." 

"Peter, huh? Isn't that goin' to be difficult for you? You aren't the only one who wants him." 

"Don't tell you are one of them…?!" 

"No… I was thinking maybe Noah." 

"Hmm… why him…?" 

As I was passing by I heard a couple of the girls talking about choosing their seatmates. 

I don't why they are all getting excited. It's just a stupid thing from my perspective. 



{After Getting back after talking with Peter yesterday it was already the last period} 

I thought it wouldn't take any more than an hour or so, but who knew it would take even more than two hours? 

Still it's best to know that after all this it ended with my profitability. I got Peter under my palm and got to know one of my past stains that could be used against me by the Student Council. 

Evidence can be changed by the user and it's pretty clear to me that the Student Council would do anything in order to expel me. So, I have to make sure that my percentage of being is increased as I increase my troops. 

I can't say for sure about Iris or Lily as they could betray me at any point but I now have Peter who will be willing to sacrifice himself and if he isn't then I know what will make him do it.

I just needed that one shield that could take hits for me and not bite me in the back and I achieved that. 

"Alright everyone I have an announcement to make so please be seated!" my homeroom teacher. 

I wonder what it is about. 

*Silence* 

Not long after everyone took their seats. 

"Ahem! So, we have decided to change the current seating arrangements-" 

Even before she could continue further an uproar had already started in the class. 

"No…" 

"I don't want to change seats…" 

*Thum* 

IN frustration the teacher slammed her thick book against the podium and glared at all those who were whining about the matter. 

"AS I was saying… the seats will be changed. It's set on a stone so this won't be changed but. But this time we have devised a new way to change your seats," she said. 

"?" 

"You all will be given a piece of paper tomorrow and you just have to write the person you wish to sit with. Simple right?" she said. 

"But what's the catch here…?" Liz asked. 

"Well, the seats will only be seated if they both mutually write each other's name on that paper. For example, there are three students and both B and C wish to be seated with A but only one can. So, the decision rests with A. If A decides to choose C instead of B, A and B will be seated together," she said, "So it's just a way to let you guys get close, and this way you will be able to understand each other better also." 

"Then what is supposed to happen with B?" Peter raised the obvious question. 

"Hmm… since that person will be left we decided to give you another chance," she continued, "You all will be given three chances to choose the person you wish to be seated with. In descending order, the first name being the top priority. And in case it couldn't be full-filled it would automatically be taken to your second option and so on. Also, don't use the one with the same category. It's necessary that you choose someone from the opposite gender." 

"Why…!" 

"Noo…" 

From the teacher's perspective, it might seem a menial thing but to other students, it felt like they were practically proposing to the person. Naming the first person you wish to sit with isn't something you openly tell. 

I am no expert in 'love thingy' but the only thing I know is that it isn't something anyone can openly tell. 

"Oh sorry did I ask for opinions?" The teacher had this scary glare that not a single soul stood up again. 

"..." For a moment everyone tried to completely grasp the situation. 

Well if I were to say, this arrangement is just making me think how lonely I am. No matter how much I think, It's not like I can't decide but it's more like I don't want to. 

Also, it goes the opposite way. No one wants to sit with me. 

"Also the names won't be revealed. But if you want then you can choose to discuss it with others. You have approximately half a day. Tomorrow it will be decided," she said, "Class dismissed." 



[Present Time} 

"A-Allen…" I felt my shirt getting pulled. 

"Hmm? What is it, Selene?" I turned and saw the cat-like small paws pulling my shirt in the opposite direction, the direction Selene was sitting. 

"W-Who were you t-thinking to s-sit with…?" she asked me. 

"That's a hard question you asked me, Selene," I said as I tried to free my shirt from her grasp but it seems like she wasn't intending to let it go easily, "What about you?" 

"I-I can't t-tell… you," she said. 

"Why? It isn't like I will tell someone," I said. 

"N-No! I can't tell… you," she said as her grasp seemed, even more, stronger than before. 

I don't know why but I am feeling even more curious now. 

"Okay, okay. You don't have to yell at me you know," I replied to her as I again tried to shrug her off. But slowly, I know for sure she doesn't mean any harm so instead of reacting to it I slowly tried to shake her hand off but it wouldn't budge at all. 

"S-Sorry," she apologized as she instantly let go of my shirt and covered her face. 

"..." How am I supposed to respond here? 

Also is it just me or does her hands really look small like a cat's pawn? It's slightly pink at the fingertips and the nails pointy. Has her hand always been like this? 

… 

"Alright everyone," our homeroom teacher entered with a black box in her hand, "Let's play the game of fate." 

Why is she being so cringy the first thing in the morning? I already had a bad start and now this… don't creep me out. 

I have been going through some creepy things already. 

"..." 

All eyes set on the black box as it held their seat partners for the whole year, wait, for the whole year? She didn't mention how long the seating arrangement will take. 

"Here you go. Take a paper and pass the remaining behind you," she handed us a bundle of paper, "Also, in case someone is left tell me beforehand." 

I raised my hand.

"Allen," she saw my hand. The entire class was now staring at me. Why can't they just mind their own business, is it this much fun looking at me? 

"Is this optional?" I asked. 

"Huh? What is optional?" she asked me instead. 

"I mean is it necessary for everyone to take part in this?" I elaborated on my question. 

"Why? Are you afraid that you won't be able to sit with the person you wish for?" she said. 

"On the contrary actually," I said, "So, can I sit out from this?" 

"Is there anyone else like Allen…?" she looked at the entire class and asked. 

No one spoke a word but I could see glimpses of people laughing at me. But watching them I was feeling delighted cause now they will know what's actually happening with their life. 

"Alright Allen," she said, "You can sit out from it. Just don't say a word while everyone else is writing, okay?" 

"Understood," I replied.



After a long break after everyone submitted their piece of paper, they all were now ready for the results. 

Of course, I didn't concern myself with that. I sat on the chair that I have been sitting on since the beginning of the semester. 



Let's just skip the part where I wasted my whole day doing nothing to the last period when our homeroom came inside with a big white sheet rolled under her palm. 

"I must say it was quite something," she made a remark. 

"What does she mean by that?" 

"I don't know." 

"I will not say if the results were good or bad but the only thing that I will say is that you are now just a year younger before you reach adulthood so you should now be able to discrete things. No, it's not an option. You have to learn it and with this, you might get the hint," she said in a serious tone. 

Many scratched the back of their head, few looked at each other for answers but it seems like I only know the meaning of those words. 

Well after being targeted, I know a few things that these students don't know about. 

Never trust someone. 

TO BE CONTINUED…