Disciple of a Mysterious God

The door gently opens.

A girl with long jet black hair walks through. That makes 4/4. Now all of our club members are here. 

"You're a little late, what held you up?" The pretty boy with short blonde hair who's sitting in front of a tv playing xbox lightly shouts from across the room. 

"Extracurricular activities"

"Right..." responds the bigger guy with a brunet bowl cut and glasses reading manga at the table. 

"...Better than whatever the hell he's doing" she says, dropping her bag onto the table in the middle of the room.

Her gaze was clearly directed at me who was sitting by the window and staring out at all the people who were leaving school. Our club room was on the second floor and it's position was optimal for watching the students who walked out of and in to the front door of the building. 

But I wasn't doing anything wrong really. It's not like I'm having some kind of sexual fantasy about every student that walks by. I just like observing people going about their everyday life. It's not creepy, it's just weird. 

"Yeah, whatever schizo" those words came from me. 

I guess I should introduce myself as well. I'm just an average guy with an average build and average messy brown hair. Quite the diverse group of people we have here in this club. I guess you may be wondering what type of club this is anyways? Well simply put, it's for the guys that have nothing better to do with their lives.