"I, I'm sorry, but, I don't like you." What was I thinking? Of course I like him, I liked the time we had together. And I'm not lying. When I attended school the next day, Yuka and her posse huddled around me, asking questions about me and Kiriya. Yuka had a pout on her face, letting her friends accuse me of stealing Kiriya from her. But it wasn't me. It wasn't anyone's fault, actually. Kiriya isn't even Yuka's "guy." For no apparent reason, Yuka said in a babyish voice "But I thought we were friends." A sudden rage arose inside of me. I glared heartlessly at Yuka. But I still stayed silent. There was nothing more to say. My mouth was sealed shut. I didn't do anything. I'm not apologizing for a lame accusation. Yuka's hand grabbed the bottom of the desk I was sitting at angrily, for I was not answering, and flipped it upwards to cause my phone to crash to the floor. She picked it up slyly, and said, "Oh, is this your cell? Then delete all his info! Now! Or can I do that by...this?" Her glorious hand slowly let go of my phone, sending it plummeting down to the ground. All of the terror in the world filled me. My phone was gone. It must have smashed into pieces, leaving me with nothing to use for calling, or texting. Just gone. No existence anymore. I'm such a big idiot. I shouldn't have met him anyways. Why was I so foolish? I trudged in the rain to the bus, when something caught my eye. I spotted Kiriya, all alone, on the bus. And he was sleeping.
I quietly crept past Kiriya as stealthily as possible, but couldn't be stupider but to sit in the seat directly behind him. Letting out a sigh of relief, I overheard a couple of boys talking to each other. ..."Seems like he got rejected, he's pretty shocked!" Said the blond boy. "Why would a guy like Kiriya be rejected?! It's not like she was great herself!" He added. Embarrassment bubbled inside of me. Me. that's who they were whispering about. Was Kiriya really that shocked? But sadness soon overpowered the embarrassment. Why did I even meet him? This would've never happened if I hadn't met Kiriya in the first place. Suddenly, the bus driver called, "Sakuradai Danchi is next!" I grasped my umbrella tight in my hand, also clutching my schoolbag. I awkwardly shuffled by Kiriya, looking down as I went. The annoying click clack of my shoes made me grimace. If I could wish for one thing right now, I would ask for the ability to float by Kiriya without making any sound. But that wish isn't even remotely possible. The moment I walked in between the two boys that were talking about my rejection and Kiriya, the black haired boy said, "Hey, isn't that the 'four eyed' girl?" Just as that question escaped from his lips, Kiriya awoke. Briskly, I exited the bus, without turning back. All I heard was him calling, "Karin!," and that was it.