UNTOUCHABLE

1|THE EAVESDROPPER WHO CALLS HIMSELF FOUR I pushed Patricia inside one of the cubicles in girl's rest room and slammed my lips to her lips since she really wanted it so bad. I shivered when Patricia's cold hands slide inside my shirt exploring my back and I. . . hated it. In all honesty, I really didn't like girls flirting at me to the extent that would lead to any s****l act but I like the attention they are giving me. Well, they just couldn't ignore how handsome and sexy I am but what surprised me was that rumors suddenly spread one day about me banging every girls that I associated, befriended and even talked with and it didn't just stopped there. It even grew worst that I heard I was being invited by guys in their beds, for pete's sake. Really? I didn't know I was invited, I didn't fvcking receive any of those invitations! Where did those twisted rumors came from. I am not homophobic but, seriously. Those rumors went uncontrolled no matter how I denied it and because of those uncontrolled rumors, girls approached me thinking I would give them free service. They just made me a famous w***e! It sounded like I was more worst than a w***e! They just wanted my delectable body, though I didn't really avoid those girls. We just had a little chitchat and then I would stop just before it became intimate. The farthest thing I could do was just a kiss. The door suddenly opened and saw Camille, my sister, raising one of her eyebrow to us. Patricia screamed like she just saw a ghost in front of my ears that made my ear wax melt and flowed down from my ringing ears! "You're so dead, bro!" Camille gave emphasized the word bro and she raised her brow on Patricia. "Fvck off, b***h!" She raised her voice and Patricia ran out of the comfort room. Camille looked at me and smirked. I gave her my two thumbs up and she chuckled sounding like a witch. She was my guardian angel when it came to those kind of hard situations and she kinda liked being a witch. She may act like a strict mother but she was liked by everyone and she only shows her witchy personality to bitchy girls because she really despise them. "I owe you another one, sis." I said and laughed soundlessly as I went outside the girl's rest room. A girl who was wearing a black short sleeveless top showing her belly button and a mini skirt waved her hand at me. I just smiled back while passing her and I stormed inside my classroom. Mrs. Walton, my physics instructor, threw the chalk she was holding to my direction but she missed me. Thank God. The chalk hit the window and it snapped in half. I heard silent laughs and whispers from my classmates. "You're late, Beaton." She said. It was her hobby, throwing chalks when someone was late or if she caught someone cheating during an exam or if you are caught talking with your seatmate during her discussions. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I was using the rest room." I said as I sat on my chair. "For twenty minutes? Did you just had a big dump?" Mrs. Walton said sarcastically. "Probably." I murmured and heard small laughs. When the bell rang, I grabbed my bag then went outside the room and walked to my next subject, Analytic Geometry. I wasn't really good at it or any math subjects but I wasn't bad at it either. I guess I was just average. I climbed up to my chair. The chairs and tables were different, it were long and elevated like those in theaters. The way in were either through the center or both sides. And one of the most interesting in that subject wasn't the subject itself but I was classmate with the most intimidating guy I had ever known, but not personally, Rogue Siergey. He was giving those fvck off and leave me alone vibe around him but despite it, he still made those girls swoon every time they saw him. Eh. And I wasn't interested at him. I was just curious why he was acting like that. I was dumping my books in my locker when I heard the next locker opened but I didn't bother to look who it was. "Hi, Coby." I turned my head and saw Mary smiling at me while tucking her shoulder length hair at the back of her ear. She waan't one of those girls who dresses like. . . any of those girls. She was the sort of girl who didn't want to expose any of her flesh except for her arms, neck and down her knees which was the only necessary parts. I kinda like her. "Hey, Mary. What's up?" I said and slammed my locker close. "Nothing really. So, can I invite you to go lunch with me?" She said while playing with her fingers. "Well, if no one invited you first—" "I'm sorry, but I'm eating with him." Camille suddenly appeared from nowhere cutting Mary who seem like embarrassed. ** I was with Camille walking to the cafeteria. We usually take out our lunch and went to the tennis court area and eat there alone and chat if she have any problems or any good stuffs to tell me. "You don't really need to embarrass her like that." I said while we joined the long line where we order the food. The cafeteria was crowded. It was lunch time after all. "Did I? I'm sorry." Camille said sarcastically. I just snorted at her. I saw a red haired girl approaching me but paused and left her mouth opened when she saw Camille in front of me who gave the girl a deathly stare. They avoided me when Camille's near me, I didn't know how but they are scared of her which was amusing. The red haired girl u-turned and walked away disappearing in the crowd. ** "WOW! But I'm not impressed anymore." Camille said while sitting on the bleacher facing the tennis court, setting her lunch on her lap. "You're a chick magnet even though you're still a freaking virgin!" She looked at me. Yes, folks! You heard my dear sister right. I am still a virgin, physically because believe it or not, I am kinda a romantic guy. I wanted to gave my all to the person I am really spending the rest of my life. And I was keeping it as a secret that only Camille knew. "Language, Camille and so what if I am a vir-gin. I wanted that way and you know why." I started eating my lunch when I heard a faint sound somewhere. "Did you heard that?" I said looking at the direction where I heard the noise. "Heard what?" Camille said frowning. "Nothing. Maybe it was just a cat." I shrugged. "So, what event are you joining this year's sports fest?" Camille rolled her eyes. "I'm not joining any of those shits anymore. I had enough last year. It really screwed my life!" She shook her whole body in disgust and I laughed. She and her friends played volleyball last year and I didn't know how or just the ball hated her that it slammed two times to her face giving her a nosebleed. Though it really pained me to see her like that, it was still hilarious. "You should stay away from balls, Camille." I said still laughing from the memory of her. "Fvck you." She said raising her middle finger to my face which I slapped it away. I shook my head and clicked my tongue. "How unattractive." I said and I heard her gasped and she rolled her eyes. Why does girls when they rolled their eyes, they kinda exaggerate it. ** I was running for my second to the last class that day when I saw Tristan, one of my friends and classmates, walking to the classroom like he wasn't late already. "Hey, Tristan!" I called. He turned his head to look at me and stopped from walking like he had really a lot of time and he wasn't late for history. "'Sup, Coby! You're running late?" He said and I stopped behind him and breathed sharply. "Yeah? As if were not classmates." "Oh. Come on, who cares? I hate history anyway." He said with a bored expression. "I feel the same. I feel like Mr. Bane is not fit as a history instructor. He really made me feel even more sleepy with the way he reads." I mimicked Mr. Bane's lousy voice and I started to feel like ditching history. "I know right!" Tristan agreed but we still attended Mr. Bane's class anyway. ** When I arrived at home, I threw my bag on the sofa and ran directly to the bathroom. I badly needed a bath after sweating so much during my PE class which was my last class that day. Mr. Candor made us play basketball as our practicum and our grades were based on how many times we shoot the ball inside the ring. I didn't really suck at it, in fact, it was fun. I sighed when I felt the warm water run on my skin. It felt great after a tiring day. I went outside the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist when I heard my phone's notification tone echoed inside the bathroom. It was still inside the pocket of my jeans. I went back inside to get my shirt, jeans and underwear before I walked to my room. I wore some clothes before I checked my phone while wiping my wet hair with a towel. I frowned when I saw an unknown number that texted me saying hi!. Maybe because of boredom, I replied it. Me: And who are you? I was surprised when the unknown number instantly replied a second after my reply was sent. Unknown number: I'm the cat.