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Venus
"Babe, I heard you were targeting the transfer student specifically that Minerva person?" Vulcan, my boyfriend asked.
"They're reincarnation children. I'm sure Minerva is." I answered as shortly as possible.
I'm not really in the mood to talk right now especially when some girl bad fingered me and smirked. Really, how childish. I know I shouldn't be affected by it, but such filthy language isn't really my cup of tea. I'm not really in a position to be angry since I said the word bitch to Minerva.
It's very unpleasant, the "f word" that is but I guess animals like her shouldn't know any better.
Thinking about that made my mood lighter. Then, I remembered that I had been bad to Minerva. I was trying to help them, with me fake bullying them, they'd be less targeted. That's what I've been doing to the other transfers like them.
I remembered Jenny, she hated me but before she went abroad she was thankful to me since I was less violent than others.
I still remembered that I slapped Minerva that noon. I felt bad. My body just acted on it's own because of a recent stalker I've been encountering. What did she mean by she likes my touch, don't tell me she's crazy in there. Is she a masochist? I hope not. She's going to become one of my problems if she is.
"I still can't believe you're the reincarnation of Hephaestus. You're so good-looking that all girls want you." I said, trying to have a decent conversation with him. Somehow, my mood lightened. With him by my side, I was sure that I was safe.
I was surprised at first, especially that he is the reincarnation of Hephaestus, the ugliest Greek God. This makes me wonder if Hephaestus was really ugly because as a reincarnated child when we get our powers which is part of who are Greek God is. Vulcan would've been ugly instead of handsome. I really feel guilty of dating him while only thinking of him as a friend.
"What do you think about the new transfers in the school?" I asked Vulcan.
He touches his chin thinking for an answer like he always does. I wonder if he is aware of his actions. I ought to be more careful since girls mostly hate me. Well, with the arrival of those two, I might not be the center of their attention anymore.
"I think they're going to be targets of bullies. I mean look at you." Vulcan said with a grin.
"With you bullying them, they'd be better off than having many bullies. I hope one day, you can be openly nice to people. You don't show any emotion when being nice and what's up with that bitchy attitude you have whenever we're at school." Vulcan continued.
I really like how he is very frank when he talks especially when he's sharing his opinions. He's not fake unlike the others.
"Thank you." I said and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'll wait for that day. I'll be honest, even when we're not dating, I'd still be your friend you know. It'd be troublesome to have a girlfriend and be a friend to you. Girls can be very jealous since I'll always choose you. You've been through enough especially after losing your grandmother. I'll stay until you've met someone."
"I already know you don't have hots for me." He said with a smile.
He's really nice. I don't deserve him. I was about to say something when he suddenly spoke again.
"If you think that you don't deserve me. You do. You didn't avoid me when you saw me transform."
The conversation came to an end. We walked to the building where I was living in silence. He was grateful that I still stick with him even after he transformed. Vulcan's handsome but being the reincarnation of Hephaestus, he was still bound to be ugly. He would turn ugly when he's sad. I didn't avoid him despite knowing that he's power is to make him ugly, it's because he's nice to people, and to me.
" Hey, thanks for everything. If you need someone to hug, just call me." I said with a faint smile.
"I'm already happy that your smile is real whenever you are with me. Have you figured out who is the one stalking you?"
"I'm not sure but it must be one of my-you know."
"Why don't you just break up with them?" Vulcan said, starting to get angry.
"I-"
"You what?"
Vulcan breathes deeply.
"I really hate that attitude of yours. Why do you have to do this?"
I stayed quiet.
Sometimes I also wondered why. I guess I was just afraid. Afraid of being abandoned by people even if they're fake.
"Whatever."
We continued to walk until we reached outside of the building I live in. He left as soon as I entered the lobby. I have the feeling that I'm forgetting something. It's grocery day. I know it's a bad idea to walk by myself. Since we stayed at school until five in the afternoon, it's already thirty past five in the afternoon. It's still quite early, maybe I should go or else I won't have anything to eat this week.
I went out again and decided to head to the supermarket nearest the building I live in, which is four blocks away. I would have to walk past the station which is three blocks away. Too bad that there's no station near my place. Compared to the distance to school, it's nearer. I'll just take a cab after going for a grocery. I always like saving money even though I'm well-off compared to the others because of the business of my parents.
As I walked to the supermarket, I felt a pair of eyes behind me. I'm being followed. It's a relief that there are many people outside but after six it'll be less. My legs suddenly felt weak. I reminded myself that I'm only one block away and I'm almost near. As I was about to feel a hand getting closer to me, I finally arrived at the supermarket beside a luxurious mall. I sigh and was relieved that I made it in time. I turned back and saw no one. I fear that my brain is playing tricks on me.
I got a cart and decided what to buy. I first went to buy meat, veggies, some fruits, whole bread, biscuits, some peanut butter, and cheese. After grabbing all of these, I strolled towards the frozen food aisle. I'm still debating whether to buy some ready to cook fries and nuggets. I know it's bad for me, but in the end, my temptation won. I also bought some ice-cream for whenever I would watch movies at home.
Two months is nothing.
My parents would be home again, but what's the difference? They're both busy with their work. At least, there would be someone who will say good morning to me. Thinking of all those thoughts, I felt a tear drop on my cheek. I'm missing my grandmother so much. She's the only one who really showed that she cares for me.
I wiped it off and began to continue shopping. When I turned my cart, I suddenly saw a green haired turning her cart to the left. Her figure seemed familiar. She wasn't wearing a uniform, but from her back, she only wore a shirt and sweatpants. My attention turned to an old lady who was having a hard time reaching for the shelves.
I offered her my help. She was very thankful to me. I hope that none of my schoolmates would see this or else my reputation as being untouchable would be broken. I looked around and was relieved that the people around me are those who I don't recognize. Someone from the staff thanked me as he saw that I helped the old lady. I just simply smiled and told him that I couldn't turn a blind eye to it. It's actually one of the values that has been deeply engraved in me. My grandmother taught me that we should always help other people even if it's in a different way.
I don't do all these things for the appreciation of the people, I do it for the people I want to help. Sometimes my body would act on it's own to help people. I managed to control my actions at school. I do help but mostly in another way that won't ruin my image. Since I've been mistaken for it, it's safer for me to assume that image maybe until I've graduated from high school.
I went to the cashier and paid. I took out my phone and it was already almost seven. It's alright I thought. It'll be fine then I remembered that it's rush hour at this hour. After waiting for almost thirty minutes, I still found no cab to book.
I could walk home but since most people are taking cabs, there are not many people outside walking in the streets. As I was about to walk away and decided that I'll walk home instead.
Someone grabbed my hand.
My heart started to raise.
I was scared and filled with fear. If that hand belongs to the stalker, I'll be doomed. I turned around hoping it's not. I was quite happy yet troubled when I saw the face whom the hand who was grabbing me belonged to.