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Chapter 1

Misaki's POV

"Aargh! Why does he keep hitting it in tight spaces? Aoi cried out, pounding his fist in the ground.

Aoi-chan. Why is Usui doing this? He always helped me when I was in trouble yet now . . . he's being my enemy at the worst time possible . . . crushing Aoi's dreams. I felt fury, sadness, and confusion swirl in me and I gritted my teeth, letting out a low growl. "Don't worry, Aoi-chan! We are going to win!"

Aoi pulled himself off the ground and wiped his face of sand specs. "Yeah!"

Usui pulled back his arm and hit it again in a tight spot.

"AOI-CHAN!" I yelled as Aoi ran as fast as he could to the ball but to no avail. A few inches from Aoi's hand the ball landed on the sand.

"Damn!" Aoi cried, pounding the sand again.

I scowled. He had us running all around the court, struggling to get the ball and he isn't even sweating one bit.

Again Usui served the ball; I hit it to Aoi-chan but didn't have much aim, causing the ball to drift away from Aoi-chan along with the wind.

"Where are you aiming?" Aoi shouted, running after the ball. "I'm definitely going to catch it!" Aoi pounced off his feet, arms stretched, hit the ball but it headed towards the metal chair the ref was sitting on.

I grimaced but still ran for the ball. I hit the ball gliding with the wind but I didn't notice. Yes!

"LOOK OUT!" everyone yelled and only then did I take notice that I was going to crash. I closed my eyes and gasped in pain as I collided with the chair, feeling a bruise form almost instantly.

"Misaki-chan!" Manager and all the other girls cried. "Ah! You have a huge bruise on your shoulder!"

"I'm fine." I panted, glancing at Usui who was standing alone, still on the court, looking at me with worried eyes.

All the girls left to get an ice pack as I rested under a tree near the water. I sighed and closed my eyes but opened them when I felt a shadow upon me. I opened my eyes to see a guy with brown spiky hair approach me.

"Hey Cutie, let's go have some fun." He said and pulled my arm.

I was going to punch him with my free arm but I felt the bruise throbbing badly. "No thanks." I sighed but the guy tugged harder.

"C'mon, let's go. I'll make you feel a lot better by-Aargh!" I looked up to see Usui lifting the guy up with one hand.

"Get out of here." He threatened, menacingly.

The guy ran off and Usui stared at me.

"W-what?"

"It's all because of what you're wearing." I looked down at the black bikini I borrowed from Sakura. "You look like a slut." Usui mumbled under his breath but I still heard it and my heart broke. I hung my head as tears dripped and started walking away. "W-wait!" Usui cried. "I'm sorry, Misa-chan, I didn't mean it! I-"

"Let go of me!" Usui, shocked, stood back.

"I-I'm sorry, Mi-"

"You always are! You-you-you . . . I HATE YOU, USUI!" I shouted and this time I meant it. I ran and ran, leaving a shocked blonde and not noticing a blue-haired middle-schooler chasing after me silently.

I think I was too mean to Usui . . . oh well . . . he'll get over it . . . maybe

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