The bell rang, a shrill piercing sound in my ears. I kept walking as many students ran to their classes. The halls were now empty, except for me. I was tall, with dark brown hair, cut short. My coat covered my mouth and I had on black glasses, shielding my eyes from everyone.
I wasn't going anywhere in particular. I had no desire to go to my History class, where he is. But I couldn't exactly leave, so I was stuck wandering the halls. By the time I had went all the way around to the 9th grade hall again I saw him. The boy who took my heart and crushed it like a bug.
He had soft hair, the color of rich milk chocolate, and his skin was a deep tan, but not too dark. His eyes were deep pools of dark chocolate, filled with the many emotions he has. And on his cheeks were two identical red fang scars, which was the cherry on top of this beautiful boy.
And all of this was whispering my name.
"Shino . . . I know you're out here, come out." His voice, though barely audible, made my heart race.
I was deciding whether or not to answer him when the boy turned around and saw me. He grinned widely, his some-what fanged teeth shining brilliantly. He dashed toward me and threw his arms around my neck in a hug. I just held still and waited for him to release me.
"What do you want Kiba?"
"To see you of course!" The dog boy responded, reaching up his hands to take off my glasses.
Only this boy has seen my eyes. I only trusted him, my love. But then we had that fight over the phone. I swatted Kiba's hands away and glared at him from behind my glasses. The boy frowned at me, then tried to undo my hood. I almost let him, but then I remembered what he said to me . . .
"You're a cruel jerk Shino! You never show me any affection or do anything with me! I'm sick and tired of it!"
I stayed silent.
"And you're never there for me! You're always silent and distant!" Kiba screamed into the phone.
'Lies. I'm always there.' I thought.
"And I can't do this anymore! I don't love you. We're through."
There was a click and my boyfriend's voice was gone, and all he left me was a crushed heart.
I grabbed his wrists and pushed them back. Kiba's eyes were swimming with confusion.
'He already forgot.' I thought.
"What's wrong Shino?"
I stayed silent.
"Shino? Please tell me!" Kiba begged, puppy-dog eyes displayed perfectly.
"Don't you remember the phone call?" I asked monotonously.
The younger teens face frowned even more, but slowly his eyes widened as realization hit him like a freight train. "Shino, I-"
"Don't give me that crap. You crushed my heart, and now you expect me to come back to you? You're a stupid mutt if you do." I said, finally snapping.
"Shino, I was just-" Kiba began.
"Sad, angry, lonely, tired? What's the excuse this time?" I yelled, my glare intensifying.
"But Shino, I-"
"You said I'm never there, but I always was. Always! And then you said that you don't love me, we're through."
"Wait! I can-"
"Explain? Ha. I know you can. But this time I'm not going to listen. Like you said, we're through." Then I walked away from my love, went out the school doors, and went home. A small tear escaped my eye.
Kiba was still staring at the spot his boyfriend was last standing. Tears were slowly but surely flowing from his eyes. As he kept staring something on the floor caught his eye. The fanged boy bent down and picked up a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and in Shino's handwriting it read:
I still love you.