Can I peel that mask off?

"Honestly speaking, life is a joke-"

"Life is a joke? Why?"

"Nah, you won't get it-"

"... If you say so..."

But seriously-

What were you implying then?

Why won't I get it?

... I guess I wasn't that smart afterall...

...

Those thoughts had been swirling in Alise's head as she stared at him while still making sure she had that blank face on. She watched him swagger and make those useless jokes with that bunch of boys she was sure weren't really nice to him. That made her wince as she got back to her work. It was no use. One week. It has literally been 7 days straight and Alise still wasn't able to figure out what those words meant. She thought about it everytime she was free: after homework, watching a video, in the toilet, before bed for 7 days straight. The stuff he told her was stuck somewhere in her mind and she couldn't find a way to let go of them. They were harder to decipher than those stupid algebra questions or English devices. At least those had the full picture, but him... Let's say she only knew the fragments of the once full mirror. She wasn't sure if she should ask him what they meant, or whether she should investigate it herself. Nah. I hate asking for details... I don't like to pry so much, not after when he told me stuff so personal... So she went with Plan B. She hated staying discreet but she really had no choice. The noise died down. Alise then proceeded to write her essay which she had only scribbled a few words. At the corner of her eye, she watched him as he sighed. He was doing his work, but she could tell that part of him was no where to be found. He looks almost tired. More or less sick of something. Alise then realised it. He was tired of making jokes. He was tired of life.

...

"Alise."

"Hm?"

"Are you bored just standing here?"

"Nah."

Lies.

...

Alise stood at the side of the table still thinking of him as the class went crazy. It wasn't so long ago where he had asked her the question. Are you bored just standing there? She wondered how she had lied so easily. To put it bluntly she WAS bored. But again, she didn't like to bother people. So nein. Well... All she could do was watch the commotion. There was some sort of "wrestling match" going on, but she was sure if it were really a match, some's leg would have came flying off by this point. She chuckled at that thought. But really, all her mind could ponder about was how confusing a boy can be. She thought she had seen it all, knew it all. But really she was still too young. Life had its own mixed bag of surprises for everyone and she was pretty sure she wasnt finished with it. But seriously he was too much. A boy with a past is one thing, but a guy with a mask, well, she gets curious. To the point she wishes to just peel it off from him and see the real person beneath it. But-

The thing is, she doesn't know where to start...

The End?

Notes: This story is real and would only end when he reads this in which he probably won't-