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Wave saw himself above everyone else. After all, he’s a genius. No one could match his intellect not even those dead scientists like Newton or Einstein. They’re just mortals, while he, he’s a god. His potential of controlling computers and other things associated with it will lead him into becoming the world’s super power.

Everyone would bow down to him and kiss his feet. People would all be left in awe on what he could do. No one would dare call him an idiot in his presence.

There’s really only just one problem.

Pang.

That good-for-nothing class eight and gifted student.

He was at the library the other day when he saw Mr. Pom and the director talking about the midterm exams. He wasn’t really actively listening until Mr. Pom mentioned Pang’s name. That triggered something within him and made him scoot a little bit closer and what he heard made his blood boil. Mr. Pom dared say that Pang was more gifted than him.

An idiot?

An outcast?

More gifted than Wasuthorn?

Unacceptable.

He would show them. He would show them all. No one in this goddamned world could beat him in this game. He’d ace their midterm exams and prove Mr. Pom wrong.

So he studied. He studied so hard despite not knowing what will come out on their gifted exam. He’s going to make sure he’ll come out on top no matter what.

He was in the middle of studying when his phone vibrated and a chat from their teacher popped up and told him to go to the auditorium for the start of their midterm.

It’s show time.

He ran to the auditorium so fast he felt like his feet and lungs would give up on him, but that’s just a small price to pay in order to be the first one to show up.

“Wasuthorn, calm down why were you even running?” Pom said, eyeing Wave’s overall appearance.

Wave was breathing heavily and sweat were running down his face when he entered the auditorium. He rummaged through his pocket to find his handkerchief and proceeded to wipe his body with it.

Dang! Who lied to me and told me wearing a jacket while running is a very good idea?

“Nothing, sir. I was just excited that’s why I ran,” he replied, eyes looking all over the place. When he found out he was the first one to come, he made an internal victory dance.

Serves all these idiots right. I’m still the best gifted student in this school.

“Okay. Just go to your seat and wait for your classmates to come,” Pom pointed at Wave’s usual seat at the back.

Not long after, his classmates began to come one by one. Wave was trying to be nonchalant but a smirk began to form on his face when he saw that Pang was running late. He wasn’t being competitive but he actually felt better knowing that, as usual, Pang was being an incompetent student.

“See? We’re the last ones to arrive since you two decided to be idiots and fight on who will clean the room,” Namtarn chastised her two best friends. “Next time I’ll leave you both behind, I swear.”

Wave was stopping himself not to look but his curiosity killed him making him turn around and look at the three friends. He didn’t know what to expect but he certainly didn’t entertain the idea that he would be looking straight into Pang’s eyes.

“He’s even more gifted than Wasuthorn”

His fingers clenched looking for a fight but his levelheadedness overtook it and made him calm down.

Finish this exam and come out on top. That’s the only way to prove them wrong.

“Settle down, everyone. We will now be starting our midterm exams, but first, let me introduce our director. He has something to say to all of you,” Pom’s voice echoed throughout the whole auditorium.

Wave was drowning out whatever the director was saying because he doesn’t really care. All he cared about was this examination and when it’ll be starting.

“… the one to get the most points will have the privilege to ask me anything.”

What was that? A request will be granted?

“Can I request for a gifted student to be kicked out of the program?” Wave raised his hands, excitement lacing his voice.

The director only gave him a knowing smirk but it’s enough to make Wave understand that it is possible. The thought made him look forward to this midterm exam.

Mr. Pom then began to dim out the lights and played a badly edited horror story with an equally bad voice over. He was beginning to get bored until he heard an earsplitting scream followed by something falling behind his back.

He was about to crack his neck with how fast he turned around and there he saw it, a mannequin made to look like a lifeless body.

His classmates then crowded the mannequin, looking for clues and hoping to get points. Punn was the first one awarded with it, guessing that the name was a pseudonym. But honestly, it wasn’t really surprising. A baby would’ve guessed it. Who would even name themselves A?

He was craning his neck looking for a particular person and then he saw him hunched over the dead body of A with Ohm and Namtarn at his side.

What’s he doing?

Wave could see him touching the mannequin as if looking for something.

What is he trying to look?

Wave was too focused with whatever Pang was doing, he even almost missed his classmate getting the correct answer about A being poisoned.

So she was poisoned. Interesting.

“Mr. Pom, when you said ‘have fun exploring’, you meant we can go out of this room right?” Claire asked, using his potential on their teacher. “I knew it. Let’s go, Punn.”

So it seemed like Claire, Punn and Mon are teaming up while the twins are with themselves again.

He looked at Pang’s group and questioning himself on why they didn’t bolt out of the door the second Claire confirmed her suspicions. And then it hit him, it’s because Pang was looking for clues. It seemed like his enemy was being resourceful and found a key at A’s jacket.

So Pang had a brain, after all.

Wave smirked. He’s pleased to know that he won’t be winning this easily. But he would win this that’s for sure.

His walkie-talkie then began to vibrate indicating that someone was trying to answer. He clicked a button and listened to what the simpletons had found. He got a piece of paper and pen underneath his desk and began writing.

  1. A was part of class 1.
  2. A was working with a girl named Wipawee on pest management using a new chemical substance.
  3. A was a student of Ms. Ladda.
  4. Wipawee is the one bullied for being friends with A and was effectively erased from the research paper as a co-researcher.

“Aren’t you going out?”

Wave raised his hands to his lips to silent his teacher. He needed to concentrate and get all the necessary information before he heads out.

  1. Wipawee wanted to kill everyone in school
  2. This is a true story

“I got it,” Wave confidently said, standing up and readying himself to leave. There’s really only one room he needed to go.

The room was located at the second floor of the west building of Ritdha High School. Only gifted students can access the said area in hopes to bring out the students’ potentials. It wasn’t heavily guarded but it wasn’t also easily breached. A finger scanner was installed to ensure that only those selected students as well as teachers could enter the vicinity.

It’s the gifted’s computer room.

No one would’ve had the thought of going to this room except Wave. This just proved his theory that no single classmate had the same mental capacity as his. He turned on the AC to a comfortable temperature before doing his business.

It’s okay. I still have time.

He went to one of the computer units, pressed the on button of the CPU and touched the. computer’s screen. He willed it to search the entire web with all the information installed in his brain. He can already feel himself sweating, a necessary side effect of using his potential. He began to regret on why he used it earlier that day to find out unnecessary dirt on Pang which was pointless considering he never really found anything.

Why was he even thinking of his enemy when he needed to focus on other things? He cleared his head and tried again, this time not letting his mind dwell on unimportant people.

A single article was found. It was dated June 2, 2003.

The year the gifted class was found?

He now had an idea on what this was all about.

He skimmed through the article and what he found piqued his interest.

So the first gifted student was a murderer. Disgusting.

But the article made him value his gifted status more. It made him think that what Nicha did was horrid but it also alleviated her status to a higher degree.

For as long as you are better than others, then no one could touch you not even the law.

He got his walkie-talkie, which never really stopped vibrating, and listened to the voice speaking.

It was Pang.

“A never really died. She couldn’t because she had a super power. A potential. She’s also a gifted student.”

So they now know. Maybe it’s time for him to speak up.

“Guys, come back to the auditorium. A’s body isn’t here anymore.” Korn said a sense of urgency in his voice.

Maybe he’d wait for them to assemble. After all, it’s easier to control enemies once they’re contained at one place. He waited for 10 minutes before making his presence known.

“The story started on June 2, 2003 on the day of the Chemistry Olympiad awarding ceremony. Out of the blue, people began to hear a strange sound coming from the auditorium,” Wave started the story. He heard a ping indicating he gained points.

“Barely surviving, A willed herself to crawl towards the back of the auditorium and began knocking on a huge pipe,” Pang continued to the annoyance of Wave.

So this is how you’ll play, huh? Well let’s see who among the both of us will win.

He gathered his things and went out of the computer room. He needed to go somewhere and visit a figure who became a tool in making Ritdha’s school system as it is today. “The sound they heard was a Morse which translated to T-A-N-K”

“A knew Wipawee was about to poison the entire school.”

“Knowing that someone was about to poison them, a personnel was tasked to investigate and see the entire situation.” Wave pushed the door of the library open and went directly to the Gifted section.

“The school caught Wipawee red-handed and saved the entire student body.”

Wave looked, with disgust and admiration, through Nicha’s picture hanged on the wall. “Able to save the school on time, A was lauded as a hero and was given highest honors in the school. From then on, the school established a system that separates those gifted students from ordinary ones. A is Nicha Kannula, the first gifted student.”

The midnight bell began to toll indicating the end of their midterm exams.

Wave walked back to the auditorium, confident that he won this time.

See Mr. Pom, I am the best. Your most gifted student will be kicked out first thing tomorrow.

When he finally arrived, he walked back to his seat with a smile plastered on his face. Pang turned around and looked at him with sad eyes. Wave, in turn, gave him a questioning look. Pang just turned away when Mr. Pom began to talk. Wave didn’t have the capacity to listen any longer since he knew the entire point of it anyway.

Nicha was a murderer. Their entire class was built on criminality. His dad would’ve turned on his grave by now.

When Mr. Pom was finished he instructed all of them to go back to their room and sleep the night away. Wave stood up and was ready to leave when he caught sight of Pang still at his seat looking uneasy and not ready to go.

Wave’s heart began to ache.

He didn’t understand why, but seeing Pang unhappy made him uneasy. He slowed down his footsteps and clutched his chest.

Why are you hurting?

Maybe he needed to go to the clinic and get prescribed some medicine. The excitement of the entire night must have taken a toll on him or he figured this might be a new side-effect of his potential.

The nurse gave him some medicine for heart burn.

He went to the room and drank the medicine. He then changed his clothes and slept away. His sleep wasn’t peaceful. Images of Pang’s sad face kept floating on his head. He tossed and turned but to no avail.

There’s just one thing needed to be done.

He won’t let Pang get kicked out of the gifted program anymore.

The next day was entirely peaceful. Too peaceful for Wave’s liking. It’s like something was bad about to happen. Then he saw it, Namtarn’s empty seat.

“Claire, where’s Namtarn?”

“Huh?” Claire scrunched her eyebrows.

“Namtarn, where is she?” he asked again.

“I don’t know. I’m not her keeper,” She then continued to talk with Punn.

Just then a ping sounded. They all looked up at the tv screen and saw Pang’s name overtook Wave’s.

“Isn’t the exam over?” Punn asked Claire.

Claire nodded. “How did Pang get the extra points?”

Wave was shaking. How could Pang do this to him just when he was okay with the idea of not kicking him out of the class?

He went out of the classroom looking for the person he hated the most. He went to Class eight’s classroom and asked the people there but they just shook their head and said that Pang didn’t go to class yet. He went to the cafeteria and still no sign of him and just when he was about to go to the auditorium, he saw Pang conversing with Ms. Ladda. Both of them looking at each other with fire in their eyes.

Wave then knew that Pang must have known. That the extra points were given to Pang for digging more into the entire story. Wave clenched his teeth. He should’ve just said the entire story instead of keeping it to himself.

“Hey you, cheater,” Wave yelled.

Pang looked lost but Wave knew that underneath those eyes lies a monster out for Wave’s blood.

“I don’t know what you did to get the extra points,” Wave lied. “But let me assure you that no matter what, I’m still better than you.” He then pushed Pang away. Pang’s things began to scatter on the floor.

Wave helped him pick it up, but the truth is he just wanted to get a hold of Pang’s walkie-talkie to use his potential and make him listen to Pang’s conversation with the director.

“Okay. Go,” he gave Pang his things although roughly. “I’m curious to know what you want to ask the director anyway.

He ran towards the dormitory building not caring that he’ll miss a good portion of his morning class. Wave could care less. He’s a genius any way, he can just learn them on his own. But this, eavesdropping to Pang’s conversation with the director is much more important. He wanted to know. He needed to know just how bad a person Pang is. Maybe he’ll ask for Wave’s removal in class. Or worst Wave’s ejection in the school.

He hastily searched through his pocket for his room’s keys. He had a hard time finding it considering his hands were shaking.

Just when I’m trying to hurry things like this just happens.

There. He found it. He was inserting the key to the keyhole when it dropped to the ground. Wave was about to pull his hair in frustration.

He hated this day.

He hated it.

He hated Pang for making him like this.

When he had unlocked his room, he bolted towards his computer set. Thankfully he forgot to turn it off or he’ll have waited for a couple of minutes for it to reboot.


He touched his headphones and wielded it to connect to Pang’s walkie-talkie.

“We have a teaching in Buddhism about the four lotus flowers. It says that no matter how we try to cultivate them, inferior people will always be jealous of those superior than them.”

Wave was confused. Why are they talking about Buddhism? Shouldn’t they be talking about Pang’s request? Was he late? Was he about to get kicked out?

“But no matter what. This is still wrong. Nicha killed Wipawee.”

“And so? Should I end Nicha’s bright future just because of an ordinary person?”

“So you mean to say that you are willing to sacrifice an entire student body just to keep a bunch of us gifted students?”

“Let’s just say that, gifted students like you will lead these ordinary ones to a better and brighter future.”

So Pang didn’t make a request and just talked with the director about an incident that happened years ago. Typical Pang and his self-righteousness, it will really take him to places.

 “Let’s just end this discussion. And by the way I appointed you as the new head student.”

Is the director even real? Wave never gave his resignation from his post. How could he kick him out just like that? After all he’s done with Korn’s slip-up with that Journalist student. It was unfair.

Wave was so lost in his own thoughts, he forgot to turn off his potential.

“I know you were listening, Wasuthorn. At first I thought you were the most gifted student in class but you actually stooped low and eavesdropped just because you lost. You disappoint me. You better make up for this.”

Wave was now clutching his earphones tightly, too angry with what the director had said. It’s true he is the most gifted.

He is.

He is.

No one could doubt it.

He yanked his earphones from his head and threw it to the ground. He grabbed his CPU and flung it across the room. He punched his monitor and threw all his books outside his window. He screamed at the top of his lungs, too frustrated with everything that went on with his life.

I’ll show them.

I’ll show them all.

Wave is the best. No one could beat him. Pang is just another Ms. Nara. He’s out there about to ruin Wave’s life.

Ms. Nara.

Ms. Nara.

It’s all her fault.

She did this.

She did this to me.

“Where is it? Where? I was certain I brought it with me,” Wave was looking through boxes and boxes of his things. Not minding that his right arm was bleeding profusely.

He was rummaging through his last box and was about to give up when he saw it. A small box with the logo of a well-known computer company printed on top of it.

He opened the box carefully and saw an almost new laptop. He hadn’t touched it since that day but maybe this will be the best time to open it again.

So I was a disappointment? Let me disappoint you some more.

He turned the laptop on and touched its screen telling the device to do his bidding. Almost like magic, the screen flashed different kinds of codes.

And just like that he was able to hack into the school’s records.

“Let me see, who among these class eight students needed a grade boost,” Wave was scrolling through names and saw Pang’s, he was itching to make all Pang’s grades zero but it’ll be futile since it will be directly traced to him, so he scrolled some more and when he hit the bottom of the page a name appeared. Narak Thanatsaran.

He was scrolling through the girl’s personal information when his hand touched the girl’s email address and almost immediately he was connected. And that’s when he knew his potential has finally fully developed.

No perfect timing than today.

He closed the school records and began to use his potential all throughout the night for something Ritdha High School had never seen nor heard before.