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Chapter 11: Competence of the Damned.
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“It was impressive.” A woman, who was a tad bit overweight, spoke. “Even the school’s board had a meeting discussing your results.”
Troy shared an awkward smile, took the timetable from her hand, then waved her off and started walking away.
He didn’t know what it was, but even though he was used to being stared at, something about the lingering eyes made him feel uneasy. Maybe it was because most were clouded blind by nothing but hormones or the body fluids withheld by their legs.
Then, there he was, nearing his first class.
THUD!
“Ah, that was fast.” A woman in her early 30s said.
“What?” Troy’s eyes trailed around him. The class was empty.
“The lights.” She placed the stack of papers on her desk, fixed her glasses, then, “You’re here for the cables… right?”
Troy just sighed under his breath. Instinctively pulling out the bag on his back, and lifting it to the front.
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{HOURS LATER}
“This is the problem with modern storytelling.” The woman, Miss Kimbot, said, her hand holding a long stick which had a piece of chalk on its end, allowing her to write effortlessly from a far distance. “Villains don’t always need reason; they don’t always need cause. Not all evil comes from the construct of social morality.”
She pointed at a learner who raised his hand from the far back, “What?!”
“Then how do we explain ‘why’ they are? I mean, it’s not like someone’s born evil; there should be a cause… Right?”
Miss Kimbot shook her head. “Yes… But here’s a question: Is everyone born good?”
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The lad nodded.
“Then, why do some births oppose it?” Her hands were folded beneath her chest. “Evil is the absence of good. And everyone, from the day they are born, is scaled on a limit. Those falling under it are diagnosed with illnesses, like being called monsters, or are given labels like psychotic. Phill, evil is not a condition, it’s a scale, something put by the ruling party to act as God.”
RING!
The whole class stood as soon as the bell started ringing.
“You!” She called before he could walk out, raised a finger, then indicated he followed.
Troy sighed when he got closer, because right atop her desk was one of the acceptance test sheets he had written last Saturday.
“Are you testing me?”
“What?” Troy raised a brow at her question.
“I asked you three questions, and every time you said you didn’t know the answer.” Her head tilted as if measuring him. “Three of the hundred that you answered correctly on your exam. So, are you testing me?”
Troy laughed nervously, a hand brushing the back of his neck. “It’s CPF.”
“CPF?”
“You know… like, Crem, pass, forget.”
And she burst out laughing.
“Funny?” She nodded, a giggle still lurking behind it. “That sounds believable. But it’s a pity my class isn’t the only one you passed.”
She pushed his paper forward, or in this sense, a copy. And he picked it up, seeing the number 100 written atop the caps.
“Adrian, you are blessed with competence. So next time, make sure you answer when I ask… Okay.”
He wanted to respond, but she turned to the board and waved him off.
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{HOURS LATER}
“So, how’s your first day going?” Gina asked, nudging him on the shoulder a tad too much.
Troy sighed, fingers tightening around the solder straps of his bag, “I have no idea.”
Gina shrugged, then interlocked her arm with his.
“What are—”
“Just shut up and look pretty.” She whispered, a fake smile playing on her lips.
“Gina!” Tyler neared from beside them, “Ah, let me guess, you’re still trying to make me jealous. Everyone literally saw him acting ‘lovey-dovey’ with Honey in the morning.”
Gina clicked her tongue, rose with her touse and kissed Troy on the cheek.
Tyler faked a heat attack, causing her to raise a middle finger while walking away backward, her eyes still staring daggers at him in mock.
“Troy, right?” Tyler said, turning behind him while offering Troy a fist bump, and smiling when he accepted it.
“Tayll—…”
“Tyler.”
“Yeah, Tyler, I knew that.”
Then a silence sharp enough to cut a blade followed.
Tyler started backing off, “Um, okay, you’re new. If you need anything, you’ll find me around.”
Troy just nodded at the words, also turning toward another direction.
He was supposed to attend Physics, but it seemed Tyler was also moving to the same hallway. So, in efforts to prevent an awkward walk, he decided to wait it out, at least long enough for Tyler to leave for his class.
But unfortunately for him, Tyler entered room 23, the same class he was supposed to go to.
So, without much of a choice, he followed after him. Wishing with all his kama that his near was nothing but a mishap. Because if it wasn’t, then competence be damned.
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