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Forever Grateful

Disdained Affection

Why had she insisted on forcing me into this? I so much preferred my pants; skirts don't suit me. I picked at the fabric dangling high above my knees. I'd never worn a skirt this short before, I had the strong urge to put my too-big pants on again and forget the Not Dead Yet Battlefront. Who did they think they were anyway? They lugged around their weapons and shot at the class president. Does that sound sane? Was I insane for joining them? In truth, it was mostly because the leader girl was scary. Yurippe, they'd called her. Her eyes gleamed like razor blades when she'd recruited me. How was I supposed to go against that when she had the barrel of her gun pointed at my head? Sure, it was a snap decision, but what other choice did I have?

"Bang! Take that NPC scum!" someone shouted by the dumpsters. There was a soft click followed by the sound of a Key Coffee can falling to the floor. I rounded the corner to find the student vice president holding two handguns. I silently watched him lash about in a dramatic fashion, shooting down all but one of the coffee cans. When I took a step closer and cleared my throat his eyes flashed to mine and his hand guns pointed at my chest.

I felt my heart jump to my throat, pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. I didn't know if it was the near-death fear that I felt or the dazzling affect that his dark green eyes had on me. His face was utterly emotionless as he surveyed me with his heavy lashed eyes. I felt like he was inspecting every bit of me and suddenly the short skirt became a large portion of my worries. I dragged my hands to the hem of the skirt, only drawing his eyes directly to its too short end.

"Sorry," I squeaked, feeling my cheeks blush from being an imposition and for the feeling he gave me by just looking. He lowered one hand and took a step closer. His gun was still at heart height. He lifted his hat from his eyes and turned the corner of his lip into a type of half smile. I felt my heart skip a beat silently in my chest as I heaved for air. "You shouldn't be firing guns on school property," I mentioned, feeling my chest redden as all of me was blushing. Now I was just talking to talk, the words filling my mouth before I decided to speak them. He cocked his head to the side and looked at my jacket.

"Are you an NPC?" he asked, checking out the patch which clearly stated that I was part of the Not Dead Yet Battlefront, though after watching his frightening ability I wasn't quite sure that I wanted to be anymore. I made a worried sound in the back of my throat and shook my head.

"No," I murmured. "I'm Rika." He slowly lowered the other gun and looked at me carefully once more. I felt lust inside of me that I'd never felt towards the vice president before. Was it because he was holding a gun? Was I an awful person for feeling attracted to him when he was pointing a gun at my heart? He made a noise of recognition, turning around and returning to the one remaining can. I felt my throat tighten. "You shouldn't have a gun," I mumbled incoherently. He turned around and barked a laugh. He shot one more bullet at the can closest to my feet then walked away.

He put a hand on my shoulder, gun still in hand and looked at my eyes once more. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he breathed the words onto my face. "Don't be such a prude," he whispered, leaving me red faced and enraged. I kicked the can and heard the bullet rattle inside. Why was my heart beating out of my chest after that encounter? Disdained affection, I decided. I hated him for doing this to me.

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