Spy Mage System Chapter 166

166 Troubles in the Cafeteria

I was back at school, seeing Greg with his whole mighty colony of friends again, and I found myself thinking about what I had done yesterday. Not that it really mattered anymore now since we were back at school, but still-it did feel like a turning point in my life where everything just changed completely.

But I could notice sothing that was beginning to be very clear. He didn’t like the friends he was having, which made sense; because who wants to hangout with people they don’t even get along with? He wasn’t that different from -I just tried to keep up with him since we had been together for so long now, and it felt like Greg had no interest in hanging out with since we were in our own little worlds.

But I know he isn’t interested in these conversations, and I also know that they are trying to get him interested in them. And that’s when it hit -these guys were just trying to make it seem like they are actually friends with Greg, so they could get closer to him and be more popular.

Of course, who wouldn’t try sothing like that? Well, actually-I wouldn’t, because that’s cheap. But if you’re just a regular person-well yeah, it’s probably better to try to get closer to other people and be more popular. Then the bell rang for lunch, as I got my backpack and began to walk down the hall to the cafeteria, and then I realized that I had no idea where I should sit today.

I knew Greg was sitting with his crew of friends-which ant I should probably just go sowhere else and get my food. But then again, Greg probably won’t be bothered with being there or not. But then again maybe he would-but he probably wouldn’t, since he’s a moron for the most part.

I made my way towards the bright cafeteria with white walls and ceiling, and as I stepped inside, the sll of food already perating the air, as I found myself walking around looking at different tables until I found one that I liked.

I walked over there with my lunch bag in hand, and then I noticed Greg’s crew of friends sitting around him, all of them wearing their high school uniform: blue blazer over their black pants and white shirt. Their hair was all black except for one guy who had red hair, and he was the one who seed like their spokesperson.

But then I heard them say, “Isn’t that the Connor person you always make fun of?”

“Yeah,” Greg said with a laugh, “I made fun of him for not being good enough for .”

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The boys began to laugh, as they began to spit at these nas: ‘Connor person’, ‘Greg-no-friends’, and ‘Connor-who-doesn’t-have-friends’. Then they started making fun of even more, as I found myself feeling upset about the situation; rage began to build up inside of .

But I needed to stay calm, just for now, while I thought about how I would handle this situation. But then it struck as I realized that this is exactly what they wanted: to make upset. I continued to look back at them, seeing how they continued to make fun of and how they continued to make feel like nothing.

Then I thought of sothing; I decided to play along with their ga, as I could see that they were just having a great ti, laughing about how I am alone and have no friends.

But then, Greg said sothing-sothing so rude and almost unforgivable about that I still can never forget: “If being annoying was a cri, Connor would be sentenced to a death penalty. He’s worthless.”

That’s it.

I’m done playing spy on him, because this is beyond ridiculous now. They are treating like so kind of criminal or sothing, which I obviously am not. This needs to end now. No questions, no answers-just finish it here and now.

I walked over to where his group of friends were sitting at the table, as I saw that his crew was making faces at while talking to each other and laughing at .

“Okay, I’m done with this!” I shouted, not thinking or even processing, as I grabbed Greg by the collar and shoved him onto the table with my arm; then I stood there staring at him with my face twisted into an angry expression. “You think you can say all that about , and expect not to do anything?”

The n looked confused and almost scared, as if they could feel the rage building up inside of .

“What do you an by that?” the guy with the red hair asked nervously. “Greg-oh, Greg-you know exactly what I’m capable of,” I hissed at him, as he continued to look at with an expression that said he didn’t understand what was going on.

“This isn’t funny anymore!” I shouted. “It never was!”

Greg chuckled and shook his head. “You think you scare ? That I’m just gonna bow down to you as so sort of master. Clearly you don’t know what I’m capable of.” I looked at him, almost laughing, as I put my hands on my hips.

“Okay,” I said calmly, still not understanding why he was making all of these faces and laughing at -which just made even angrier now. “Alright. Let’s get one thing straight. I have been your friend since I have been here! I was loyal to you!”

Greg looked unfazed by my sob story, which just made even angrier at this point, as he just kept chuckling away.

“I am so sorry,” Greg said as he continued to laugh at . “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

Then he just started to bawl in laughter, as his friends stared at with expressions that were way too complicated to interpret; they were either confused or scared of . But then Greg suddenly stopped, shaking his head, as he wiped away the tears from his eyes. “What’s your problem?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

“You are the problem!” I shouted. “Always have been.”

“Might as well fix the problem then,” Greg said, standing up onto his feet, while his crew looked back and forth between him and .

“Yeah, let’s do that,” he said in a mocking tone of voice. Then he started walking towards as I took a step back from him and stood there staring back at him; I was still holding on to my anger in my heart. He stood face to face, probably three inches away from my nose. He was so close like this that he was almost in my personal space, as if he was trying to intimidate .

He laughed at again as he brought his nose up to my face. “You wanna fight ? Go ahead, do it now,” Greg said with a smile, as his friends began to laugh again. “Do you know who you’re ssing with?”

I was still furious with him, so I couldn’t stop my body from trembling slightly; but I could tell that he didn’t care about that as he kept laughing. Then I saw him take his hand and reach into his pocket; then he pulled out sothing and threw it at , as I instinctively ducked to avoid it.

My heart sank as I watched the red object fly through the air towards ; I could feel my breath being taken away from as I felt my eyes widen with fear-fear of what it could be. It was a knife that looked like it would be able to cut through bone and muscle with ease.