She Doesn't Love Me!

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Prolog:

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"She doesn't love me!," he screamed at the top of his lungs, in frustration. The gossip filled room had finally gotten to him and his sudden outburst stole the whole rooms attention. The room just stared in his general direction like he was a freak. Not that I could blame them for that. He was acting like a freak, screaming out of nowhere and all. Well . . . not really. Those people where getting infuriating! But continuing on . . .

He suddenly lunged at me, smirking, as if a light bulb had flashed over his head. I gasped. Not that you can blame me for that I me he lunged at me. I looked up and stared mesmerized at his beautiful violet eyes directly above mine. I blushed, my cheeks burning, turning almost as red as a strawberry. He chuckled at my reaction, his hair tickling my face. I stared and stared but he slowly almost regretfully ( I hope!) looked past me and suddenly pulled away taking my purse with him.

"Hey!," I screeched. "What do you want with my purse you jerk?"

Giggles filled the room.

Ignoring it all his hands roamed through my purse, his eyes twinkling like stars. Then all of a sudden he stopped, a cheesy grin spreading across his face ( The kinda smile Yaya gets after getting her favorite candy, which looks cuter on him, in my opinion, but that's not the point here is it?).

" I can prove she doesn't love me," he announced to the room, smirking triumphantly. He whipped out my wallet and with even thinking of double-checking his evidence showed the whole room the picture inside.

I went pale. I finally realized what he was thinking of, but he was wrong . . .

"She told me before when we were younger that she always keeps a picture of the person she loves in her wallet! (Which is true! I still do it!) See aren't they cute ~ ~ ? I looked away, clutching my chest in pain. Amu and her boyfriend."

The room was filled with silence and then suddenly burst unto laughter.

"Ohmigod! What is he trying to do? Show off?"

"Naw~! He's just slow!"

"RIMA!"

"Oh shove it, crossdresser!"

"That picture makes Yaya want Ice cream~!"

"Well then, I guess we all know now to keep Tadase away from her wallet, huh? His heart would break."

"WHAT?," he whipped his head around and stared at me with his violet eyes full of curiosity. "Amu, what are they talking about?"

I got up my hair had thankfully fallen over my face covering my watering eyes from that terrible scene. I tired to get away, but his arm reached out and snatched my right sleeve which made my heart ache. I pulled and pulled trying to let me leave. He just had to let me go he had to, but he wouldn't. "please . . ."

"Huh?"

"Please let me go Ikuto!," I cried, whipping around the tears that were streaming down my face were then visible.

He flinched and dropped my sleeve. I ran.

Because it wasn't my boyfriend's picture.

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My name is Hinamori Amu, I'm 18 years old, and prior to what you've just read and believe, am single. I have bubble-gum pink hair and golden eyes ( And to all you people out there who think it's unnatural up your where I'm from hair and eye color like mine aren't that unusual!). If you haven't figured it out yet this is like the most embarrassing day of my life. And truth be told I could have avoided this all.

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Okay so this is my first fic. ¬.¬ go figure~!

and I've had this part of the fic written in a book for ages but I'm a lazy converter!

Though~! I plan on finishing and updating this story nice and regularly!

Now I don't own Shugo Chara!

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