The Clueless Cupid (Stopped)

Chapter 4: High School Sucks? Tell Me Something I Don't Know

I exchanged my books in my locker. Today's 'Song's of the Hour' were still awesome as usual. I should be happy, but I'm not. Somehow since Erik arrived at my school, I've been getting easily annoyed or angry at him. But he always does that, obviously looking at my paper just to annoy me, trails of girls following him, hanging out with the football team, stuff like that. The weird thing is that every time I see him, my left shoulder tingles. That was where Erik accidentally shot me that arrow.

I heard someone heave out a sigh. I closed my locker and saw Erik leaning on some lockers.

My shoulder tingled. "What's wrong?"

"High school sucks." He said blankly, and started walking to his next class.

"You've just noticed?" I asked walking next to him, obviously my next class is the same as his.

He chuckled at that. "No, it's just I'm actually home-schooled."

"How come?"

"This is where everything starts." He spread out his hands. "First loves, crushes, make-ups, break up, love starts here."

"And why is this a problem? Shouldn't you be happy, this is where you can do you shooting arrows stuff."

"But that's the thing. I can't go ahead shooting around, people can see me, hello?"

"Oh."

Erik shuffled a bit. "Couple, two o' clock."

I looked and saw some cute couple talking to each other.

Erik nodded to another direction. "Break-up should be happening, ten o'clock."

I looked over and saw a couple arguing, something must happened.

His shoulder's slumped. "I'm itching for a shooting frenzy."

"Not something you hear everyday," I muttered.

"Maybe I can turn invisible around lunch, then...no that won't work."

"Why?"

"There will be probably some people who can still see me like you."

"So do you actually have it?"

"Have what?"

"Your bow and arrows?"

"Yeah." He opened his backpack. It was amazingly neat with only a notebook, composition book, a pencil and a gun.

"Why do you have a gun?!" I demanded.

Some kids looked at us. I sheepishly smiled and led him to the recording room.

He looked around. "This is cool."

"Once again, why do you have a gun?!"

"Don't you remember? This is my modern weapon, I only go old school at Valentine's Day, or when specially requested."

"Specially requested?"

"There are some people who sometimes wish for some hope about love. That's when either my dad or I pop in."

"But why do you have to carry your gun? What if someone looks in your backpack?"

"I always have to carry it with me, if it were to be lost or someone stolen it..." He paused at that.

"What happens?"

"The thought itself is scary."

"Why?"

"Everything goes wrong, love just stops. It'll be as if life is not worth living, because love is not in it."

"It can't really be that bad..."