I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

Chapter 82 - Does Everyone Have Weird Hobbies?

And almost everyone was eagerly waiting for Johnathan's answer. 

But instead of him, it was Dick who started. "The participant list will be decided by the disciplinary committee. The top ten of each class gets a free ticket while the others will get selected based on their behavior and skills. Of course, everything will be fair for everyone. So whoever wants to participate, please register by 4 PM. And yes, we will have battles this afternoon." Dick flashed a smile and walked out. "If you're chosen, you'll get a message."

There were four classes in total, meaning 40 people were guaranteed a spot: of course, only if they wanted it. 

"Alright, if you have any other queries, bring them to the club: and yes, you can register at the lightsaber clubhouse as well as the disciplinary committee office. I'm on the clock and I have to head to three more classes, so good day, everyone." Johnathan left as well. 

'So the strong just gets a fast pass, huh?'            

No matter how much I thought about it, this world just didn't seem fair. Why did the privileged always get the best?

I sighed. After all, I was one of them, so complaining now was nothing more than superficial and hypocrisy. 

But since when did we have a disciplinary committee office?

Eve came towards me as the other three went out. 

I had a bad feeling about this. 

"You know," Eve ran her hand through my hair and ruined it. "I heard you fought off Devrock to a tie."

"Dev-who?" I swatted her hands off like she was a fly or something. 

"Oh?" Eve was confused for a second and then grinned condescendingly. "You don't even know the names of the men you fight? He was the leader of the Killboyz." She proceeded to giggle condescendingly. 

"Unfortunately, I don't have that much luxury." More importantly, I didn't want to anyway. 

But next time I saw that guy, I'd steer clear. I did want revenge but wasting energy on him wasn't worth it. He was a bad match for me, and fighting him would have been a lot more trouble than I wanted. Of course, I still had hate for him. But fighting for something as meaningless as revenge or hate wasn't something that drove me.

"Fair enough I suppose." Eve smiled. I actually hadn't seen that smile of hers before. 

But why was Eve acting like this? It almost seemed forced for some reason. "Something happened?" 

"No, not really." Eve faked a smile. "Later." And she left fairly fast. 

I was fairly aware that I didn't understand girls, but I didn't understand anything about certain girls and Eve was definitely among them. 

"Tell me, is everyone in your family this weird?" I turned my head and asked Marg.

Except, there was no Marg.

But there was someone there. Namely the well-endowed vampire redhead. And she was grinning way too hard. "They're all dead, so no." Her grin was still there as she stared at me. It felt as though she was staring directly at my soul or something. 

"Sorry to hear that, but could you stay away from me. Oh and thanks for catching me last night." I stood up and turned to leave. I didn't want to do anything with her. 

"I'm sorry too. I know you might not trust me, but I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done something so hideous. And this is my apology, only if you want it that is," Leilis pointed something at me, something I really couldn't say no to.

I was going to decline whatever she was going to offer. I'd already made up my mind a long time ago. 

But it actually kind of surprised me. Because, in front of me, was chocolate. Plain dark chocolate. And it was a big bar. 

"That's your apology?"

"Yes. It's from my home country. My country was famous for its chocolate. That's why I went back and-"

My mouth was salivating but I had to keep everything in. "I'm sorry but I can't accept this."

I almost wanted to cry again. I understood why mom wanted me to stay away from chocolate milk but why chocolate? 

But there was another reason why I declined her. I couldn't and didn't want to trust her. I didn't want to trust someone who'd force themselves on others. 

"I see." She looked down. I didn't know how much this girl was pretending, but even I felt bad. 

"I won't accept your apology either, at least not until you can make me believe that you can change. I really hate people who force themselves on others." I wasn't some inhumane moron anyway. So I gave her a chance, although I didn't want to. "But, but I'm willing to forgive you if you should change for good."

I had a hope anybody could change. Maybe I was being too idealistic.

"Then I will try my best to make you believe." She smiled and left. 

I sighed and sat tight: Guess I didn't have to leave anymore. I had a mountain of celery to contend with anyway. 'Wouldn't eating this cause me to burn more energy than I can even get from this?'

I really didn't want to eat this.

***

Eventually, classes ended and I had about an hour and a half to head over to the club and register. 

I walked for the clubhouse. 

'Is this even worth it anymore?'

At this point, everything just seemed meaningless. 'Maybe I should have just focused on studies and stayed away from everything.'

I got more and more thoughts that I didn't want. What was the point in glooming over past embarrassing thoughts? I didn't know, but that sure didn't stop my brain from bringing them up again and again: even stuff from years ago, stuff that I had no reason to recall, kept on repeating in my head. 

But something changed when I set foot in the field. My eyes wanted to pop out, and my brain wanted to commit suicide. There was a pole in the field. A very long ass pole. But there was just one problem. Instead of sticking out from the field and touching the clouds, it was hanging from halfway down and touching the field instead. It had kind of broken down from halfway but was still barely attached. And the moment the cleanup crowd beneath that pole saw me, they all gave me murderous glares. 

I tried to whistle and head to the club instead. But I couldn't whistle, so this sure didn't work for me. 

'Just what else did I do to make everyone hate me!?'

For once I was glad I didn't know how to read people's minds. At least I wasn't going to live through hell, the hell of them cursing the hell out of me. 

***

The clubhouse was more crowded than usual. And that was totally normal I guess. 

Johnathan was overseeing everything and about a dozen of the seniors were taking in the applicants. We had at least a few hundred people coming over. I guess there were a lot of eager students. No one seemed free so I just headed over to Johnathan's.

"Hey?"

 "Hi…" He could only manage an awkward greeting at best. 

 I guess he was still wary of me. 

"Yeah, sorry about last time. It wasn't my intention to scare you or-"

"Look, I kind of assumed you were from a special family. I just didn't expect your family to be that special, that's all. I was a little too shocked honestly." I guess I couldn't fault him. "But I must say, you're cousin was really handsome up close too." 

"Huh? What?" Were my ears malfunctioning again?

Johnathan blushed. "I kind of happen to be his fan."

'Huh? Are you crazy, man?'

He was literally shitting through his pants when he saw John and now he says he was his fan? Was this guy crazy? "Are you sure you're okay?" 

Had the shock screwed his brains or something?

"Ah, his presence was so majestic that I almost wetted myself. You won't believe how blessed I felt to have witnessed his presence."

Yeah, I was talking to a lost cause. "Anyway, I'd like to get registered."

"Of course!" He held my hands and I slapped his hands without a doubt. But the guy recovered quicker than I thought. "I've already filled in most of your form, in respect to your cousin, all you have to do is give me the address to your Holo."

That reminded me, this guy had most of my information, even my number. "You do realize I don't have a Holo, right? Besides, you already had my number."

"Oh yeah." He blushed again. "I kind of have a bad habit. And I'd appreciate it if you would invite me next time your cousin comes over. I'll try not to be too excited again."

And I wanted to have nothing to do with it. "Anyway, just send the info to my cell." I filled in the form with my number and just walked out. Johnathan gave me a dashing grin, which I totally ignored. 

The more time I wasted there, the more terrible my mood was going to get.