Nobody's monologue and human nature [Nicholas Hawk 2]

It was March two years later and the university entrance ceremony took place. Since it is the first day of school, there were countless people promoting their college clubs and sororities around campus.

─Damn idiots. ─. The twenty─year─old self expressed reluctantly watching people flit from one place to another.

Walking along the paved roads of the campus, I found myself alone exploring the university.

─Join our club! ─. Some of them told me.

─Be part of our brotherhood! ─. Others told me.

But I'm not interested in any of them, so I just ignored them or shoved them out of my way. At the end of the day, it's not like I know any of them and I don't intend to.

I scratch a little at a scar on my neck that suddenly started itching.

Uh... Isn't this a bad omen?

I have a bad feeling about this... but it doesn't matter. I have already selected the classes that I will be taking during the next semester, which are consistent with those of my girlfriend.

Oh yeah. Now I have a girlfriend.

Remember the girl from the cheer squad I mentioned earlier? Well, things are not that easy even for an attractive man like me. We dated for a few months, however, she tricked her boyfriend from another school into being with me, which brought me several issues to deal with.

We still have some contact and I think of her as my reservation letter once I leave my girlfriend.

After passing through the crowd of people who approached me probably just because of my good looks with the expectation that I could get women for them or have sex with them, I left campus to take a taxi.

My destination is Central Park. In the smelly vehicle I texted my girlfriend to tell her I'm on my way. It could be a problem if I don't write these messages before I go to where she is.

I look at the call log for a moment... and there is a number that repeats itself several times. Damn, she had told him to keep it low─key and not call me. She is an idiot. If I don't tell my girlfriend about this, it will become a problem in the long run.

It didn't take long to get around in a taxi, even with the characteristic Manhattan traffic, the total time was twelve minutes and thirty─two seconds. A really good time that wouldn't bother my girlfriend.

─It's $9, young man. ─. Said the taxi driver with a Pakistani accent and physique as he reached the closest entrance to Central Park from our position.

I first got out of the vehicle so that I could easily get my wallet out of the back pocket of my pants. I opened the leather wallet and took out a $ 10 bill from there. I didn't have time to wait for the change so I just said before I left:

─Thank you very much, keep the change. ─. And I started walking at a fast pace.

I could not be more than grateful to the foreign taxi driver who brought me to the meeting point at a fairly favorable time in consideration. Now she won't bother with me. Which is a relief.

I sped my movement down the sidewalks of Central Park with a smooth trot that would not attract the attention of others. I have to. If I want to minimize your wait time, you need to do something like this.

The new spring air twitches my cheeks. Although the room temperature is still a bit cold from the end of winter, I can say that the heat has started to increase little by little as the days go by.

When I manage to reach the place where she and her friends are, I slow down so I don't look like an idiot.

─Here... I am, Sophie... ─. I spoke broken by the lack of little air in my lungs.

Sitting on a bench. A blonde woman smiles at me. While accompanying her, a brown─haired woman and a black─haired woman look at me. I feel surprise in her expression.

That's how it is.

Although I said very bad things about her during high school, over time, I had no choice but to give up and accept Sophia Miller's feelings. It was a real hassle to tell the truth. But...

I can't... put a but...

Ok, it doesn't matter anyway.

Sophia... who I now call Sophie, she keeps her smile and gets up off the bench to hug me while she says "Thanks for coming, Nick!" In a way she is quite cute when she behaves this way. I wrap her in my arms to respond to her hug.

At some point, Sophie started calling me Nick. Well, I think it was around the same time that I started calling her Sophie on my own.

She made a smile of her when answering her:

─No problem, I have free time after all. ─. It's a lie, but if I make her feel better by saying that, then I don't see the problem.

We parted from her embrace only to hold hands. That's when Sophie apparently introduces me to her new acquaintances within the faculty.

It turns out that the brunette is named Wendy Stone and the black─haired is named Gabrielle Winston. I introduced myself to them by my full name and they were able to instantly recognize me thanks to the surname that my brothers made prestigious.

Chris and John are more amazing with each passing month, the results they are giving only make them more famous. I know my sister is working on very important research that could probably earn her a Nobel Prize. While my brother has come as a trainee in the NBA, his future also looks very bright once the nationals take place.

I'm worried about being left behind with them, so now that I'm in college... I guess I'll choose to find something I'm good at so that I can specialize in my own thing.

Bla bla bla; There's nothing but silly things to say

The conversation I had with Sophie's new friends was not one that I can classify as bad, but it's not like it was too good either. By the time it was getting dark, they went to their respective apartments to see if the move ended well.

I look with an air of hatred at the orange sunset, while Sophie has her head on my shoulder.

The people around us are aware that we are very good looking. They know they are in place as they pass around us. They know that both someone like me, and someone like her, we are unattainable for the opposite gender.

I still don't understand what is complementary.

I don't know how there are couples whose different aspects make them complement each other and get along better.

As the sun goes down, there are fewer and fewer people around. By the time the area where we are is completely empty...

Be quiet.

...

I can't hear a single noise. Not around me. Not far.

─... id... asshole...

I am not mistaken.

I only hear Sophie's voice murmur.

Mutter. Mutter. Mutter.

He curses under his breath.

She complains to me.

She gives me hateful words.

But between all that. Only one thing is repeated.

─You are a failure... idiot, idiot, your performance was not good at all. Damn failure...

When I am able to hear the entire sentence, a pain goes through the right side of my neck.

─...! ─. A muffled scream escapes my mouth.

I fight my brain and pain not to scream. My primitive instincts tell me to roll on the ground in a pool of my own blood, but my pride won't allow me to do such a thing.

The pain increases when the pointed object creates a ragged line through old wounds, once again causing blood to gush out. Although it is little compared to other similar experiences.

─Damn! Fool! ─. Sophie swings left and right against my cheeks.

The red marks from her slaps remain on my skin.

The ice pick is removed from my neck after the old wound is reopened. But right then, without giving me any chance to breathe, she uses this same weapon to pierce my right hand in the same place as always.

You may wonder, how did I end up like this, right?