Enemies (part 1)

2.4 - Enemies

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The whole evening, Mom lectured me about how wrong it is to traumatize people.

I mean… yeah, it's wrong. But, like…

They did it to me first…? Like, shouldn't I have the right to return the attack done to me?

I tried arguing back, but she kept on telling me about how one sided my 'Vengeance' truly is. It's like poking a bear with a stick but getting returned with a gnaw to death. What I received was nothing compared to what I returned to the girls, and I had to admit that it is kind of true.

But, does it mean I regret doing it? No.

Does it mean I shouldn't be doing it? No.

They have wronged me. Badly. So, who's to say that I don't have the right to hurt them back? Even if I did it multiple times worse, why don't I have the right to do it?

The whole moralities behind her argument just doesn't make sense to me. I know she was trying to be considerate towards those girls, but the amount of kindness she is showing just doesn't make sense.

They deserve it. End of story.

The evening ended with a bad note. The two of us couldn't really come to an agreement regarding what I did, and I don't think we ever will.

The morning comes, and it's Thursday. It's a free day for me, so Uncle Deve should be giving me a job today.

But after talking with him yesterday, he told me that there haven't been any requests so far. He told me that it was already difficult to find a commission in the first place, so I shouldn't be surprised if there was a full week without a request.

Which means, I can probably hunt down demons with Nico today as well.

Two days straight of hunting demons, we've never done that before. Last week, we did it with a one day rest in-between. It was on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This week, we went on Monday and Wednesday as well.

Somehow, I had a feeling that today will be very different than any days before this.

And… I was kind of right.

Not even five minutes of me sitting in the classroom, I was already called to the homeroom teacher's desk. I already knew that this would be about yesterday's revenge, so I prepared myself for what words I needed to say.

Arriving at the teacher's room, I realized that there were more people here than I thought. Other than my homeroom teacher, there was also class A's homeroom teacher.

And finally… the one who reported me. Alica Kenton herself.

"Sit down, Elizabeth. We have a lot of questions for you."

My homeroom teacher said to me, and I simply smiled at him.

"Of course. I'm ready to answer anything."

I sat down on the chair next to Alica very calmly. The only person standing in the room is Alica's teacher, and she doesn't look quite happy seeing me.

Alica, on the other hand, is also sharing the same hating expression. It does surprise me that she still has the balls to challenge me, but I'm assuming the teachers being here have got to be encouraging her.

Now… about the questions.

"Are you aware of the 'Ghost' incident that occurred yesterday, in the bathroom of the first year?"

My homeroom teacher asked me, and with a wide grin, I answered.

"Yes. I was the one who made it happen, after all."

Hearing me confessing so easily, the class A teacher finally spoke out.

"What the hell were you thinking?? Do you even realize how dangerous it was??"

The female teacher said to me, and I turned to her very calmly.

"None of the students were harmed in the process. At the very least, what I did was so much better than what they did."

I said while turning coldly to Alica, and she kept her annoyed gaze at me.

"And what exactly did they do to you?"

My homeroom teacher finally asked, and I turned back at him with a smile. Slowly, I lifted the front bangs of my hair, revealing a rather long scar that looked horrendous.

And seeing the scar, both teachers looked very surprised.

"What else? It may seem like a simple quarrel between students, but in reality, it was eight against one. They ganged up on me, held me down in the bathroom, even throwing scissors to my head. I had no power to fight them, and even if I could, I couldn't win against all eight."

"When… was this?"

"Last Friday, sir. Go ahead and confirm with the infirmary teacher if you don't believe me."

I explained, and the two teachers looked widely confused by the revelation.

In the first place, I was never in the wrong. What I did to them, I only did it because they did it to me first. All I simply did was return the favor to them, and anyone can tell that this is justice.

I was not in the wrong. They are.

"In the first place, this whole thing wouldn't happen if it wasn't for Alica."

I said, since the teachers were too surprised to ask anything else. Seeing that I have gone on the offensive, Alica finally spoke out.

"I wasn't even there when you got wounded!"

"She may not be the one who threw the scissors, but every single student who went there was her friend. It doesn't take a detective to tell that she was the one who moved them to bully me. Was I wrong?"

I asked Alica, and she shook her head in panic.

"I never told anyone to harm you. I only told them to hold you in place--"

"Look at my damn forehead. You think your words can be trusted, right now?"

I said while lifting my hair again, showing the scar once more. Alica became silenced again while thinking how she can come back from my blaming.

"I still wasn't the one who threw the scissors--"

"Pushing blames, are we?"

I cut her off since she was still hung on about how innocent she is, and I turned back to the teachers who are still silenced.

"If you thought about who to punish in this situation, please understand who is the victim first. No one can win when they are outnumbered twelve to one. And I don't think the teachers are going to help me out, since the teachers just loved the class A students so much, right?"

As soon as I said that, both teachers looked more surprised. It is one of my main weapons that I prepared, after all.

It is very clear that there has been a long history of favoritism towards the students from class A. In any year, class A has always been the favorites for any teacher, mainly because of the geniuses and talents that were focused on that class. It was all thanks to the system that the class placement test brought in.

The class placement test system in our school places the top ten students who scored the highest into class A. Then they placed the next ten on class B, and the next ten on class C, and so on. Once they placed the next ten on class D, which is the last class, they will return to class A for the next ten. As a result of this system, class A is bound to have the highest overall grades compared to other classes. The system also resulted in class D being the dumbest class compared to other classes.

Such a unique system may have shown plenty of positives to the school, but it impacted badly on the students. Class A may have produced many achievements and wins for the school, but everyone in the other classes will suffer from this system.

And the one who suffered the most is none other than class D's top ten. The category where I placed.

In the class placement test, I placed thirty one in the rankings. It's not because I was dumb, but it was because my score was the same alongside eight other people who were above me since it was quite high. It wasn't bad, but that score area was quite crowded with students of the same score. And thanks to the eight people placed above me, I was placed in the worst class of the year.

I didn't really hate it. After all, I just don't care about other people, at all. But, it does make a strong argument in a situation like this, where favoritism towards the class A is always known by the entire school.

I never cared. But, this is one of my strongest weapons, at moments like this. To guilt trip the teachers until they stop blaming me. Yeah~, I'm such a scheming villain.

The teachers looked at one another, and finally my homeroom teacher spoke.

"I understood the situation. But, you still should've reported their behavior to the teachers. An action done by many against one is always considered bullying, even if they come from a… 'Prestigious' class, like class A. We still would've punished the girls, and you don't have to resort to such actions."

"Would that 'punishment' be comparable to the threats that they have done to me? The scissors could have landed on my eyes, by the way."

The teacher looked startled hearing that possibility, and he let out a long tired sigh.

"I understood your worries. I, too, wouldn't want a student getting hurt because of a simple trivial argument between one another. Each of you has such a bright future, and you definitely will regret going against one another like this in the future. So, for now, we would like you two to make up and forgive one another."

As expected of a typical teacher like them. They wouldn't do anything that is outside of their paycheck. They probably only did it because so many of the students' parents complained, and they wouldn't bother themselves with going out of their way to investigate this matter further.

After all, it was just a random quarrel between students. Who cares if we stab each other, right?

I turned to Alica with a grin, and she looked confused when I suddenly smiled at her. I lifted my hand at her, and she looked even more surprised.

"I'm sorry for all the wrongs I've done to you! Can we be friends from now on~?"

I asked with an angel-like face to Alica. I'm sure I look so pretty right now since I'm wearing make ups like usual.

Alica, however… doesn't look so pretty with her annoyed face.

"Alica. Accept her apology and apologize yourself."

My homeroom teacher said coldly, and Alica can only swallow her own saliva. She turned to me, who was still smiling brightly like the sun, and she awkwardly grabbed my hand for a handshake.

As soon as she did that, I tightened the handshake a little bit.

"I'm… sorry. For bullying you."

Hearing that, I tilted my head at her a little bit.

"Apology accepted!"

I said brightly, and the teachers nodded seeing us made up.