As I scroll through my messages, I feel a presence coming closer. I abruptly arose and picked my bag up.
Rolling my eyes, I faced her. “What do you want this?”
As far as I can remember, we visited the guidance office a few weeks ago because of her.
She played with her thumb as she tried her best to keep having eye contact with me. “I want to be part of your group. I want to be a member of Chaos,” she answered, stuttering.
“What you are asking for isn’t easy, nerd.” Who else is lunatic enough, aside from us, and gets themselves involved in trouble?
“I know, but I can help you with anything you ask me to do,” she insisted.
I shook my head, turning her offer down.
We don’t need her and she needs to know that. It hurts, but I don’t want some innocent people getting hurt because of us.
“The position for brain and strategy was taken by Key. In technology, we got Louie to do that. Persuading people? We have Litty. And, I’m in charge of offense. So, what help are you talking about? Can you place it on the table? You can’t even defend yourself. You might cause us trouble instead of looking for trouble.
“Anything!” she abruptly answered, making me arch my brow in suspicion. “I will carry your things–”
Crossing my arms under my chest, I watch her every move. “We don’t need a fucking maid. We aren’t bullies, nerd.”
I sighed when I saw how sad she was. “I really wanna repay your group. In any way possible,” she said.
Seems like she will stick to her decision well.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
We waltzed our way to the headquarter. She looked so happy as we walked. Her braces and gums were showing up as she smiled widely, each corner of her lips stretched in a weird way.
Once we arrived at the place, I pushed the door open, and felt free to go in. I can sense the nerd's presence and hearing the ticking of her shoes proves me that she is following me.
“Guys!” I yelled, stealing my friends’ attention.
“What’s the meaning of this, D-T?” Key asked, diverting her eyes between me and the nerd. Her question made the others halt from what they were doing.
“Spill your purpose nerd.” I hastily strode my way to my favorite spot in the headquarter, which is the sofa that was placed at the very center of the headquarter, facing the nerd as I plopped myself down on the sofa in such comfort.
“Name,” Litty demanded with her famous scrutinizing gaze.
We aren’t bullying her by giving names, partially. I can barely remember names, it took me multiple callings of their name before it get sealed in my mind. And, if I name a certain somebody, they eventually follow suit.
“Gwen– Gwenneth Ronquillo.”
Litty nodded her head and took a seat on the single-seated sofa on the right side.
Black hair that is divided into two French braids, big round specs, no piercing nor earrings, light freckles on her nose and cheeks, thin pink lips, and a good abiding student. Polo, blazer, ribbon, identification card, name plate, skirt, below the knee socks, and black two-inched-heeled shoes.
“State your reason behind your purpose.” Louie was known for not asking a person. She wanted it precise and direct.
“I just wanna repay you all since you helped me.”
We stared at each other. Key looked at me, making me lazily shrug my shoulders. I mouthed, ‘She wanted that,’ and she responded with a disapproving shake of her head from left to right.
“I know that I’m useless, but I can show you my worth once I stay longer.” She was forcing what she wanted.
“You keep on pushing yourself too much to be one of us. We leave traces of mess in our wake, then you come here saying you want to be part of us? Are you out of your mind?” asked Litty with her rude boldness.
“Based on how you stand, you look clumsy. And, I think you really are,” Key stated.
I stood up and walked closer to Gwen. Looking down at her, she gulped.
“This is not a joke, nerdy. We sacrifice our lives, are you willing to?” She nodded her head without any hint of hesitation.
I stepped back a bit and let the momentum of my fist fly in the air, letting the force get straight to her face. At an inch away from her nose, I halted my punch. Her eyes met at the center as she stared at my fist before her eyes came back to normal and locked them on me. She breathed deeply.
I turned my head at Key, who just nodded, uninterested.
Spreading my arms widely, I smiled. “Welcome to Chaos! Ha-fell!” I excitedly exclaimed.
“I’m in?” I wiggled my brow as a sign of 'yes' and returned it with a sweet and warm beam.
“What’re you doin’?” Litty asked, puzzled, when Gwen took out her phone and eagerly typed on it.
“Looking for the meaning of hafell that the Great Rebel just said,” she answered, still focused on her phone.
I can feel a pair of eyes boring directly at me like a dart, then in a snap they fall into a fit of laughter. I automatically rolled my eyes in response.
“Have I said something that I shouldn’t have?” asked Gwen.
I threw a deadly glare in her way. “That ain’t funny, you know.”
“Great Rebel?” Key sneered, holding her laughter. She seldom teases me. That’s why she is having fun now because of my new alias.
“I do not know who started that but that’s hella funny and true!” Litty cackled like a crackbrain as she always is after she says it.
“I’m sorry, Dee, but it’s really funny. Whoever created your new codename was a great pun maker.” Louie laughed along with them and that itself isn’t a good sign for me.
My hand landed on my forehead and massaged my temples. “Whomever that shit was, I will make him dig his own grave deeper.” That alias is preposterous and I will not bring it to my grave.
“It’s nice tho’! We find it hilarious!” I wish that Key would get choked by her own saliva. She seemed to enjoy teasing me more than she should.
“Are you that happy? Happy?” I asked them, gritting my teeth. Those fools nod their heads, agreeing.
I threw glares at Gwen and she jerked. She got no idea what was happening to those three psychos. “What did you find on your useless phone about that word ha-fell, huh?”
I rested my heel on the table and crossed it.
“Hafell is a fox. It’s a human that can turn into a nine-tailed fox.” Because of her explanation, the snickering continued, but this time, loudly.
“Why are they laughing?” Gwen asked.
“I made that word and got no single idea that it actually had a meaning.” I shrugged my shoulders, reclining my back on the sofa.
“What does hafell mean?” Gwen tilted her head a little.
I grin devilishly. “Ha-fell, a short term for have fun in hell.”