RHTMAV) Chapter 2 Part 3 (Patreon)

Classes were quite boring. Each class was something I had learned before, so it was not like I needed to study these things. My grades were really good in my past life so I remember everything that is being taught. I am one of those people who can remember things just by looking at it once. I think they called it photographic memory, like how some species of bees that, if you mess with them, will remember your face for the rest of their lives and will always attack on sight.

That’s actually a scary thought so I will forget I ever thought of that. Try to anyway. Me and bees do not get along. At any rate, time ticked by slowly, and it was now lunch. My school did not have a normal cafeteria. Instead it was a separate building that had a food court like you would see in malls with a bit more richer taste. You did not need to pay for food since it was included in your tuition. But for me, I like the simpler type of foods, which is normally just a ham and cheese sandwich, which I can get quickly and easily before heading to my eating spot.

One thing I have noticed is that throughout the day, my hearing seems to be getting better and better. I can pick up on people’s conversations even from a distance if I concentrate. Like the two girls near the entrance of the food court are talking about a boy, one of the girls likes. It seems both of them like the same boy, though, because as the girl who confessed to liking the boy walked away, the other one clenched her fists and mumbled: “Just wait and see who will get him.”

I can understand liking the same person, but is it really worth ruining a relationship over? If she liked him so much, why not admit that she liked him too? I might be a girl, but I am not too smart when it comes to relationships. After all, I dated an asshole. Cherished him even.

As I made my way into the food court, I lowered my hearing range to normal standards, trying my best not to concentrate too much on what people were saying. That was until I saw a bandaged-up Maria off on the other side of the food court, waiting in line for food. One of her friends was holding her arm, supporting her to make sure she did not fall.

“A perfect green tea bitch as always…” I muttered softly before homing in on their conversation.

“I can’t believe your sister treated you in such a way even when you are so good to her.”

“It’s not my sister’s fault. She was just in a bad mood this morning. I might have said the wrong thing to make her angry at me. I am sure she will apologize when I get home.”

“We should make her apologize to you in front of everyone!”

“No, don’t! If you make a scene, won’t she get mad at me again? What if…” I listened to her voice trailing off as if suggesting I would beat her up or something. But I find it funny how these people fall for her act so well. They will probably not act today, but tomorrow is a different story. I wonder if Maria’s friends will try to fight with me? If so, will they fall from a single slap?

It would be amusing to slap them once and have them fall to the ground. If I am lucky I can get a few slaps in. I can’t punch them since punching would leave too much damage, but a few slaps shouldn’t be too much, right? Plus, being slapped silly is more embarrassing than being punched.

Ignoring the green tea bitch, I made my way to the one stand that hardly got any attention. As soon as I walked up, the lady who normally made the sandwiches looked at me in surprise. “You look really pretty today!”

“Hi, Miss Hills. Thank you.” I smiled softly at the older woman. She was in her forties and had always been very nice to me.

I tilted my head to the side when I saw that Miss Hills was just standing there staring at me. “Miss Hills?”

“Ah! Sorry, deary, it was just that your smile was captivating. I see now why you always hide your face. Being as beautiful as you is a sin in its own right.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. But I do have to admit I did look really good when I looked in the mirror this morning. I also heard some whispers in class, but no one had actually spoken up about it. My hair was no longer hiding my face.

Now that she mentioned it, I also saw many people staring at me, not with hate by more in surprise, as if they had no idea who I was. Whether or not they would actually talk to me is another story.

“Hehe, I will have the usual.” I only had so much time, so I could not sit and chat forever.

“You should smile more often. It would be a shame to hide such a beautiful smile.” Miss Hill was truly kind. I gave her my thanks as she handed me my food and made my way out of the food court. My destination was my the eating spot near the supply building. There was a set of stairs that was slightly hidden from view and allowed me to eat in peace.

I opened my ears as I walked down the path as students passed by. Many gave me a strange look as if trying to figure out who I was. But this was also a good thing. Since before, they called me ugly and other names since I always had my hair covering my face. This couldn’t be helped due to my self-esteem being so low. I had the thatchers to thank for that. I never once thought of myself as pretty until I met David. Speaking of which, I am supposed to run into that asshole tomorrow. That ought to be fun…