04: Are You A Necromancer?

MILO

"I want to get to know you, mate." He said and I can feel how serious he is when he said those words as if he really meant it. This is the first time that someone approaches me and tell me that he wanted to know more about me. But why? Why would he want to do that?

"O-Okay!" That was the only word I can utter, I can't think of any better words to say so I settled with just saying okay.

"Okay, I know this whole thing is coming so fast, so let's take it slowly, mate. How about ice cream and some chick flicks tomorrow? What do you think?" He said trying to lighten up the atmosphere.

"I'm sorry but it's my first day of class tomorrow," I said and I don't know but I feel like I'm disappointed with my response but I can't take it back since I already said it and I don't want to miss my first day of class.

"How about this coming Wednesday? I bet it's your free day." He suggested. Wednesday is supposed to be my rest day but there's this feeling that I wanna hang out with him so I nod agreeing to have some ice cream and chick flick this coming Wednesday with him.

"See you on Wednesday then." He said with a hint of excitement in the tone of his voice. He was about to head out of the house when I suddenly grab his shoulder causing him to stop and look at me with a sweet smile.

"Okay. I know this is weird but I have this feeling that I've known you since forever. I don't easily trust people but with you around, it feels different. Are you a necromancer? Are you using black magic and trying to compel me into doing whatever it is that you want me to do?" I asked and within a few seconds, Travis burst out laughing as if he just read some hilarious memes on Facebook. What the hell? I'm freaking serious here.

"If I'm trying to compel you into doing whatever it is that I want, should I be a vampire instead of a necromancer? But that was funny, mate. Anyway, I need to leave, sweet dreams." Travis replied half-laughing while he comes closer to me and before I knew it he already planted a kiss on my cheeks making me shiver and K bet my cheeks are red like a tomato right now.

I was just staring at Travis as he walks out of the house. I closed the door immediately and goes back to my room to sleep, I need to wake up early tomorrow since I have a class that will start at seven.

Hmm, I hope my dreams wouldn't scare me to death now, not again.

Everyone is screaming. Well, this is the first day so what should I expect? People are busy chit-chatting about their summer vacation. How sexy they were and how they got fuck in the bed in different positions. That is so sickening to hear, it makes my ear bleed. It looks like they just come here at school to ogle at the handsome boys and have sex with them instead of studying. Not that I care, they can have an orgy if it pleases them.

I immediately head towards my first class which is history, seems like people can't get over what happened a century ago. That sucks! I walk towards the back and sit on a vacant chair. After a minute, a man in his mid-thirties wearing a plaid shirt, blue jeans, and lace-up shoes enter the room. It's not hard to tell that this must be our history professor.

He's not old as I thought history professor should be. When I got a closer look at our history professor, I think I should take back when I said he's in his mid-thirties, I think he's in his late twenties, his face is cleanly shaven which makes him look younger and I can tell that he has well-formed six-pack abs even though he's wearing a plaid shirt. I can't help but smirk because the girls seem like they're now interested in our history class.

"Hey, pups! I am Jeremy Larson and I am your history professor for the rest of the semester." Mr. Larson introduces himself and almost everyone starts typing on their phone and before I knew it, they already added Mr. Larson to his Facebook account. They didn't even notice that Mr. Larson just called us pups.

"Alright, since as of this moment we still don't have textbooks, I will provide here a strip of paper which contains the outline of what I'm going to discuss today." Mr. Larson then starts to disseminate the strip of paper and I can't help but grimace because I thought the first day would be the 'introduce yourself day', my bad.

The class went smoothly. It's not that boring but I don't put so much attention to the class since I don't care about the past. Remembering the past will just gonna ruin the present and who knows? It will also ruin the future. So I think it's best if we just forget about the past and never looked back.

I simply took my phone on my bag and I smile when I noticed that Mr. Larson has only a minute left until the bell rings. But then when the bell rings which means the class is over, I didn't see anybody standing and running to get out of the classroom, not until Mr. Larson let us out. This must be the effect of excessively watching Hollywood movies, where the students instantly run out of the room the moment the bell rings.

It's been around five in the afternoon and I'm on my way back to the house. While I was waiting for the taxi my phone suddenly rang, I immediately grab my phone from my pocket. The moment I saw Martie's name in the caller's ID I immediately accepted the call.

"Mattie! I miss you so fucking much." I said beaming in joy. Mattie is my best friend and we were separated because he needs to migrate to New York to pursue his study.

"Miss you too, Milo! So how's life in there? It's just a week since I got here in New York and I fucking miss you and home already." Mattie replied on the other line, I can't help but smile widely even though he can't see me.

"I'm fine, how about you? How's New York, Mattie?" I asked him while waiting for my taxi. Fortunately, there wasn't traffic here and I could easily get a taxi.

"It's fine, there's a lot of handsome guys here. You'll definitely love it." Mattie replied and I heard him chuckled.

"You still don't change Mattie, you're still a slut." I said and waggle my hand when I saw a taxi heading in my direction.

"Who wouldn't want to be a slut if there's a lot of handsome guys here willing to screw me?" Mattie said and I can't help but shake my head in amusement to him. After getting inside the taxi, I just told the driver my address and focus my attention back on talking with Mattie.