Weeby got angry again. Pestering Marcell—is that her word? Isn't it the boy who pestered her first? Resti doesn't think when she talks. Of course Weeby wouldn't just shut up if Marcell had bothered her; she would reply.
Seeing Resti, who was getting more and more heated, Weeby chose to end this problem as soon as possible, she then said in such a way that Resti would comply with her wishes.
"Alright, bring your boyfriend, and you have to remind him not to come near me again."
The glare now melted away, and was replaced with a sardonic hiss, as Resti turned to look at her boyfriend, Marcell, who was quietly sitting on Ella's bench, still absorbed in the argument.
"Come on, Cell, you don't have to go near girls like her now."
Resti tugged on Marcell's arm, dragging him to lift his ass off the chair, and then Resti's eyes went back to Weeby, who was silent, locking her mouth tightly.
Yes, it was better for Weeby to remain silent than to continue responding to Resti's words, she didn't want the situation to become even more precarious and create even more silence.
Grinding her teeth together, Resti then led Marcell to her seat. After taking a seat, Resti immediately let out a huff of breath, throwing Marcell another glare.
"Why?" Marcell asked confused.
"You can't bother her, can you?"
"No, bothering Weeby is one of my inseparable hobbies, you could say it's just to entertain myself," Marcell replied simply, then he stuck his finger into his nostril, intending to find treasure there.
"Anyway, you can't, starting from this second, bother Weeby," Resti said in annoyance.
"Do you feel sorry for Weeby?"
"Not at all, I'm just not willing for my boyfriend to keep pestering other girls, what if she gets carried away?"
"Weeby like that with me?" Marcell's laughter then exploded loudly, but after that he said again, "No way, she hates me even more," said Marcell.
"Who knows, I saw Weeby pulling on your ear earlier, why are you so tired?" Resti was furious in her words, getting more and more angry, she then folded her hands.
"Because I'm annoying, maybe?"
"Never mind, the important thing is that I don't want to see it happen again, this is the last time."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not bothering Weeby anymore. Are you jealous of Weeby?" Marcell chuckled, moving his hand to Resti's cheek and giving her a playful peck.
Resti ignored Marcell's words, she snorted and chose to remain silent.
Erza and Novan are the two typical annoying boys after Marcell. The two boys then stepped up, walking quickly towards Marcell's bench, where Resti was also sitting.
As usual, the arrival of these two creatures made Resti uncomfortable, as a result, she chose to shift her chair back, then began to lift her buttocks from the chair and continued to walk quickly out of the classroom. Who knows where to go, but the most important thing is that she can avoid Marcell's two best friends.
"You already have a girlfriend, you're so sneaky," Erza snapped, taking a seat right on Resti's bench, after landing his ass there, he immediately pinned Marcell's head.
"You come around nagging, and you're going to pinch my head anyway," Marcell snorted sarcastically, then rubbed the pain from Erza's head.
"Yes, just throw Resti away. We're friends, aren't we? How could you leave us single, aren't you Za?"
Erza then nodded firmly, he raised his thumbs in the air while responding, "Well, that's true!" he supported.
"What are you guys doing? It's really unclear. No wonder you're single, you guys are so annoying." Marcell tasted his mouth, then shook his head for a while while looking at his two friends in surprise.
"You're even more annoying, you're bothering Weeby all the time. I feel sorry for Weeby, her life must be really hard because you often make her emotions boil." Novan suddenly became concerned for Weeby, then he turned his head, his eyes now directed at Weeby, who was talking to Uti.
"You know, remember, she's someone's child. Bully her, you'll get karma," said Erza as well, and Marcell immediately rolled his eyes lazily. These two creatures always make his head dizzy.
"How come you two are judging me anyway?!"
"Well, obviously, I care about you. You have a girlfriend, I'm trying to get your mind to break up with her quickly." Novan laughed loudly, hitting Erza's shoulder several times, not only that, Novan's laughter suddenly converged on Erza. Now, the two strange creatures were laughing at the same time. Marcell was the only one who felt annoyed, wanting to run away from their presence.
"Basic friends, shucks!" Marcell cursed in a small voice that Novan and Erza certainly didn't hear, laughing so hard it made both of their stomachs weak.
"Oh my God, I hope Marcell will become single soon," said Novan, thrusting both hands into the air and praying while staring at the ceiling of the classroom. Erza then joined in, he agreed after Novan's prayer.
Smacking his lips in annoyance, Marcell turned to stare at his cell phone, wanting to turn to his two best friends, whose symptoms no longer helped.
"You're dating Resti, so where did you go with Weeby Cell? Don't you feel sorry for the girl?" Erza immediately patted Marcell's shoulder, hoping that the boy would turn to her and no longer focus on the inanimate object Marcell was now playing with.
"Weeby?"
"Yes, Weeby, you gave her false hope, you know?!"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about." Marcell turned off his cell phone, put it in his pocket, and continued scratching the nape of his neck, which was not itchy.
Before starting his lengthy lecture, Novan took a deep breath of air so that his air supply would not run out quickly. "There's no one who doesn't feel insecure when you bother them, you realize that Weeby must like you, you're handsome, rich, and smart too."
Marcell immediately remembered Resti's words, which said exactly what Novan had just said. Was Weeby really getting carried away? Ah, Marcell didn't realize it, and even he didn't believe it at all. Hey, how could Weeby be like this annoying Marcell?
"There's no way it's a wart, she's just getting annoyed with my behavior," Marcell said.
"No, it's just you who doesn't realize. If Weeby really likes you, how about Cell? Do you want to break up with Resti and continue dating Weeby or do you still choose Resti, who is already someone else's ex?"
Marcell was silent for a moment. Indeed, the situation was that Resti had already been dating Gama. Weeby, on the other hand, had never experienced love, just like him some time ago.
"You both poisoned my brain to break up with Resti, right? What kind of friends are you two? You two have no hearts!" Marcell cursed in one breath, lashing out at Novan and Erza with a deadly glint in his eyes.
"Ah, never mind, you can think for yourself. The important thing is that you don't forget what I just said. Think about it well. By the way, Weeby is prettier than Resti. Do you realize that, Cell?"
Ah, Marcell was getting dizzy, he then turned to look at Weeby. Indeed, Weeby was very beautiful, her fresh pink lips, her small nose, and her lush eyelashes always caught his attention. Marcell's Adam's apple seemed to rise and fall, it was true what Novan said, Weeby was very beautiful. Even more so than Resti.
Marcell then looked at the front of the class when Mr. Subroto appeared. "Let's not talk about it anymore, Mr. Subroto is about to teach."
Weeby was upset and holding back her anger. When Mr. Subroto entered her class, she suddenly remembered the time when she and Uti were yelled at and told to get out of the classroom for making noise during the test.
Weeby immediately exhaled in frustration, propping up her chin, and staring lazily at the blackboard as Mr. Subroto, who was now explaining the subject matter, began.
"You? Why are you daydreaming?" Mr. Subroto interrupted while pointing at Weeby. Gasping in excitement, Weeby immediately straightened up, no longer resting her chin. Now she looked at Mr. Subroto in confusion.
"Try to explain the material that I explained just now!" The math teacher ordered quickly, but Weeby did not understand at all. Swallowing her saliva, she said softly.
"No, sir, I can't," Weeby said with an innocent grin.
Mr. Subroto then sighed, looking at one of his students who always makes a mess, yesterday about the test, and now Weeby, who did not focus on the lesson.
"Feel that, that's why when there's a teacher, you listen, instead of staring, thinking about your debt?"
Mr. Subroto's gaze immediately shifted when he heard Marcell's chirp, and Marcell was silent when the teacher's gaze was directed at him.
"Who told you to say that?"
"Sorry, sir, just a reflex," Marcell replied, casually.
"I don't want to know, you two get out now and clean up all the trash in each class."
Resti immediately pursed her lips, nudging Marcell's arm with her elbow.
"I see, you don't have to talk, can you? I told you not to bother Weeby." Resti sulked at Marcell, then lazily rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, I just didn't realize, it's a habit."
Marcell refocused on Mr. Subroto, listening to what he said. Honestly, Marcell was thrilled to be punished with Weeby. So he would continue to pester the girl.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get out!"
"Yes, commander!" said Marcell, saluting the teacher, then quickly getting up from his seat and beginning to waltz out of the classroom. Marcell smiled sweetly as he passed Weeby's bench.
Weeby was forced to obey, and following Marcell's footsteps from behind, she pouted her lips forward. It was really fate that led to misfortune. Why did God give this kind of test? And why did she have to be punished with Marcell? Huft, Weeby, should always be extra patient if Marcell keeps bothering her.
"By, are you and I being punished together?" said Marcell, deliberately slowing down his walking to match Weeby's footsteps.
"What do you think? You already know, but you're still asking. I already know if you want to bother me again, old poem!" Weeby said curtly. She focused her sentence on the last word she said.
"You know, now that I'm being kind. How do you want to be bullied? "I'll do it, how kind am I?" Marcell put on a cheerful smile, while Weeby threw a sharp look at Marcell. "You can request anything."
"What kindness? You scum, you're the most annoying person I know," Weeby scolded with emotion. Having only taken ten steps down the road, Marcell had already made Weeby angry. If there were a competition to make others angry, Marcell would be the winner and go up to the podium to get a certificate and a gigantic trophy.
"Let's start with which class first, the sooner the better. The later it gets, the hotter it gets, and you're afraid of burning your skin, right?"
It's true, Marcell's words don't hurt, and the faster it's done, the more work will also be done, so saving time is more appropriate. Weeby was also ashamed that during recess, she was still busy taking out other classes' trash. Just thinking about it was embarrassing.
"From that class, sort it out, it'll be easier," Weeby replied, staring ahead, focused on the road, reluctant to look at the boy beside her.
"Okay, leave it to you, I'll just follow. I'll follow whatever you do."
"Leave it to you, then if I die, you'll die too?" Weeby stopped her footsteps, turned her body, faced Marcell, girded her waist, and flashed her trademark lopsided smile.
"Yes, in order to fulfill my wish."
"What? What wish are you referring to?" Weeby's forehead looked bumpy, as Marcell always threw out ambiguous words.
"The wish for me to fight with you even though we're dead, how funny are you, how could you forget that promise?"
"I regret asking you that," Weeby said, continuing her walk.
Silence—that was the next situation. They both kept their mouths shut. Then Marcell remembered Erza and Novan's words, which said that Weeby got carried away when he bothered her. Is it really like that? Did Weebly actually secretly like him?
"By!"
Still silent, not interested in the voice of the caller. Still choosing to focus on her footsteps. That was what Weeby was doing. She was trying to numb her sense of hearing.
"Weeby, if someone is called to answer, do you have a mouth or are you mute?"
"Your mouth talks too much, you're just babbling."
"You're the one who's being called, and you don't answer, you're just annoying people."
Huh? What did he say? Weeby then laughed to herself at how funny Marcell's words were. It was obvious that he was the one who had annoyed Weeby unconsciously many times. And this, he even called Weeby out like that. Don't blame Weeby if she laughs now. Marcell, never looks before he speaks.
"Already, hurry up and get there. We didn't just trash one or two classes, but thirty. Can you imagine now? It's heavy, right?"
"It's not heavy, it's small. If you do it on the side, any work will get done quickly," Marcell said, causing Weeby's emotions to boil over. "It won't feel like it."
Sighing heavily, Weeby locked her mouth as tightly as possible, not wanting to respond to Marcell's words anymore, already too tired of constantly chattering. Even though Weeby had not touched the work that Mr. Subroto had given her.
"Weeby, don't you get angry when I bother you?"
What kind of spirit did Marcell suddenly ask like that? It was hard to believe. Weeby frowned. She looked at Marcell's handsome face for a moment.
"You ask all that, you can figure it out for yourself," Weeby replied curtly. Weeby knew Marcell wasn't that stupid.
"Do you actually like me doing that? Do you have feelings for me?"
"Ha?" Suddenly Weeby's laughter fused with the air, Marcell's words really sounded like a joke to her. Seeing Weeby like that, Marcell was even more awkward, he hid his face, too embarrassed, and his cheeks also had a red tinge.
"Never mind, let's hurry up!"
Marcell walked so fast, passing Weeby unceremoniously. His cheeks already heating up, the boy quickly avoided Weeby. Meanwhile, Weeby stood still.
Weeby's gaze stared at Marcell's back, who started to move away from him.
"What's wrong, boy? That's weird!"