And You Are..? by likeasirlikeaboss (epub ebook reader txt) 📕

Xavier sighed. "Finally," he thought. "Another boring, tedious day of school is over." He quickly packed up his school supplies in his bag and shot out of the automatic doors of his classroom and onto the gelatin-like padded sidewalks of the 69th century, into the artificial breeze whispering through the branches of the biologically engineered trees.
The 69th century came as a result of the technological revolution of the company, Pineapple & Co. after they came out with the new seemingly magical... well, everything! They updated safety systems (like the jelly sidewalks you've been introduced to) and made new medicines (like the "All-In-One" pill that cures just about.. everything! Of course, you wouldn't need it because all diseases have been eradicated in the 63rd century; of course, this being sponsored and done by Pineapple & Co.) Any symptoms or allergies you may have been born with goes away with the single-shot-cure.
You probably guessed that this was manufactured by Pineapple & Co. but you're actually wrong; another competing company, called Coconut Corp., also makes just about everything. They've been neck in neck for years, and now there's even Team CC or Team P&C. There's even squabbling from both sides on who's "far more superior" and who's "far more inferior".
Some of Coconut Corp.'s accomplishments are making the hover car, which is basically a car that is made out of a powerful and stretchy plastic that is blown up and filled with helium so you have bouncy seats and such, with very strong nylon seatbelts keeping you secured. The underside has four steel chains that are connected to small tracks and can move along the tracks, using the fans on the back of the vehicle. They also designed the holo trees and fake wonderful weather conditions you've already heard about. But enough about these two later important company's accomplishments and histories. Onto Xavier's day..
Xavier met up with his buddy, Jerimiah, and started off to their usual stop at Arnoldson's and each ordered their usual: Xavier, a number 1, and Jerimiah, a number 8. They were both munching on their meals when suddenly, a girl burst through the door, her hair flying about in all directions, as if she'd just been electrified. Her eyes held a crazed look and as she spotted Xavier and Jerimiah, who both had froze in their munching so that their food was unattratively being displayed for all to see in its spit-soaked glory, her eyes widened then darkened, and she yelled in fury, "You! It was you!" Her shaking finger clearly identified the receiver of the point as Xavier, and Xavier was now downright thoroughly confused.
"Me? Well.. what did I do?"
"You.. you killed my father! Killed him!"
"Well.. I didn't mean to.."
Jerimiah's eyes were comparible to the size of golf balls as they goggled at Xavier, especially his answer to the girl's question.
"You.. you killed someone? Man.. that's just—just not cool."
Xavier said nothing, but simply looked at her darkly and stated in a very matter-of-fact fashion, "You girl, are next on my list."


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Jeremiah stared at his friend as he heard him threaten her very clearly, "You girl, are next on my list." Jeremiah ran this over in his mind and he realized that he, out of all the people he could've made friends with, had made friends with a killer. And a rather young one at that.
He ambled over to Xavier, who was still seething, and exhaled the words, "You're kidding, right?"
Xavier, in his anger, didn't notice his rash outburst until his friend, Jeremiah, wandered over to him, resembling, a little bit, a lost puppy. He thought in his head, "Screw, screw, screw, screw, screw, scr—" until his friend interrupted his thoughts and asked, "You're kidding right?"
Xavier, taken aback by such an innocent reaction, quickly latched onto what he was saying and held onto it for dear life, and speedily replied, "Oh, yes, yes, of course! I mean, it'd be kind of dumb if I really wanted to kill her right? There's just a new fad at the school and it's like Death Note, you know? And—"
Jeremiah, now accusatory, replied, "Xavier, you don't lie to your best bud, you tell them everything, no matter how chick-like that sounds. You'd better be out with the truth in less than five seconds or I swear, I'll pummel the life out of you until you tell me."
Xavier knew he could fight, and he was a very weak fighter, no matter how cruel he really was. His part was just cold and calculating.. but Jeremiah didn't need to know that. He mentally sighed, and thought, "Looks like I'll have to find a new best friend, since this dude won't trust me anymore.. but for good reason, I suppose."
Xavier did the only thing he could do well: he ran. And he was pretty swift—faster than his friend, which was a very good thing at the moment. He sprinted out of the door, leaving his precious meal behind and shot out of the door like a lion was chasing him (that lion being Jeremiah). He quickly rounded the jelly-walk corner and sped under the taut ropes of the hover cars. Xavier was small, fast, and nimble, so these sort of things were his forte. Unluckily for Jeremiah, he was large and muscular, and wasn't built for speed. So he awkwardly lumbered onto the sidewalk and began to run, but his bulk raised the jelly-walk up and down so he was continually tripping, but never hurting himself. The jelly-walk bounced you back onto your feet, luckily for him. He mumbled, "God bless Coconut Corp. and its safety features," and continued on. When he got to the ropes, it was an entirely different matter.
He moved slowly, at first, in order to avoid tangling the ropes up. But as he saw that Xavier was getting a larger and larger lead, he thought, "Screw safety," and began to tumble into every rope he saw. It wasn't much faster, but he had Xavier slowing his lead. Above were the shouts of angry and surprised drivers, the cars bouncing off of each other harmlessly, but jostling the passengers quite a bit. It was like a war zone in the sky, with ropes knotted with little hope of being untangled, hover cars stuck together, and them bouncing about wildly. Jeremiah winced at the mayhem he'd caused, but he sucked it up and kept going. Those that were motion-sick or carsick reacted rapidly to the swaying of the vehicles, so now Jeremiah also had to dodge torrential downpours of vomit with the dancing ropes.
Jeremiah came out of the mess of ropes and marshes of puke as if he had scarcely escaped the brutality of a terrorist and searched for Xavier. He, of course, was probably long gone, but he could've sworn he saw a flash of skimpy, pale legs go around to the dumpster zone. He headed off for there.
When he made it, he found that it was surprisingly quiet sanitary. He leaned onto the receptacles and nearly tripped on some.. discarded shoes? They looked perfectly fine to him.. until he saw the ankles and rest of the legs that were attached. Jeremiah couldn't help it and went, "Hmm, I wonder where Xavier could've gone.." and finished it by seizing the ankles and hoisting them up.. until he realized that they were only.. shoes? Whoa, whoa, whoa.. where were the legs? Then he saw him clad in socks, sprinting off to the alleyway where he met up with a wall. "How cliche," he thought. But he still thanked his lucky stars that he didn't have to chase the guy anymore.
When he got to Xavier, he cut straight to the point. "Why are you making death threats?"
He mumbled, "None of your beeswax."
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to get the cops involved."
"You little snitch. I thought you'd be loyal to me. I'm not telling anyone because I don't want to and you don't even have the right to know."
Jeremiah commanded his communicator to dial up the police, but halfway through, he saw Xavier smile creepily as he started towards him.
Jeremiah thought nothing of it, and he continued to dial. What he didn't notice was that Xavier steadily stalked closer, and as he was about to hit call, Xavier cooed, "Oh, Jeremiah, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Why not?"
"Because.. of this." Xavier whipped out a dagger from under his shirt and held it to his neck.


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Jeremiah eyed the dagger warily, and Xavier manically inched closer and closer to his exposed neck. Jeremiah idly wondered how he obtained the dagger, but his train of though came to a halt when Jeremiah saw the loopy expression in Xavier's eyes. Jeremiah spoke up, "Man, I'm not sure if you wanna do this. I mean, seriously. Think this through. You have a freaking dagger in your hand, you're very close to slicing my neck in half—the said neck belongs to your friend, by the way—and you look loco."
Xavier calmly listened to his best