Mamori POV
He finally broke the silence.
"It was nothing serious. That fucking bitch is just a fucking brat I met at some fucking bar and I needed..."
Wow. I thought to myself. The traffic sure is heavy. We've been stuck in this street for a full 15 minutes already! Hmm, maybe I should play "I spy" to pass the time. Come to think of it, what are other people doing when their vehicles stop?
"... I got the blackmail material that I..."
I bleed for that girl on the motorcycle tightly clutching her boyfriend's waist. I mean, she HAS to wear that motorcycle helmet -- which gives her helmet hair once she takes that thing off. Wait. Since when did I care about helmet hair? Haha, Suzu-chan sure has influenced me quite a bit. I wonder how she and Sena are.
"So after that I forgot about that fucking ..."
I sure hope we get moving soon... Look at that snow out there. The street is practically covered in white. And the girl on the motorcycle is shivering. I'd die if I was her. If the sun shined, would it ease her pain?
"Are you fucking listening to me damn girlfriend?"
There were a few seconds when I wanted to slap him or to scream at him or scratch his eyes out. And for a moment I contemplated - careful to choose my words.
"I'm sorry, were you saying something Hiruma-kun?"
He was speechless and just stared at me. Good, I thought.
"I... really... don't care. Not anymore." I finally managed to say.
With that, I opened the car door and began walking to the opposite street. As expected, the cold out here is killing me. But then again, the deadly cold back there almost killed me too. If i had to endure death, I'd rather have it here than back inside the car with him.
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Boys really shouldn't talk about their ex-es. Because girls simply just don't care.