Okay, here's the deal everyone: I like doing voting stories, ya know, where you vote for the outcome! I've wanted to do one for a while and at the end of this chapter
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The battle for Yamato
"Bitch."
"Faggot."
"At least I'm not stalking him."
"At least I don't want up his ass."
As you can see, Sora and I do not get along, not even when the object of both of our affections is around. Yup, I hate to break it to you, but we're both head over heels for Yamato Ishida, and we haven't been on good terms since we found out. She hates me, and I hate her. Can you blame me? I love Yama, and there was no way I was going to lose him to this red-headed slut that just wanted him because he was considered the hottest and most popular guy in our school. I wanted him because I actually cared about his happiness, you know, like you're supposed to when you fall in love with someone. Where it's only them that matters to you, nothing else.
"Look, Sora, we can sit here and argue until we're blue in the face but it won't do us any good. Yama is the one who would have to decide.", I retorted, trying not to take her comments personally. For having the Crest of Love, she sure could go for some low blows. "And until then we can only wait."
"He doesn't even know you're interested?"
"Nope. You?"
"He's clueless."
"Damn, we're both screwed. If he doesn't know how am I ever gonna prove to you that he swings my way and not yours?", I groaned clutching my books to my chest, then blowing a lock of my hair out of my eyes. She gave me a glare and I just shrugged. "You gotta admit, it is true. I mean, if he doesn't know that two of his best friends even want him then how the hell can he decide between us like we want? It's kinda hard to make a choice when you don't know about it."
"For once, hairbrain, you have a point.", she remarked slyly.
I knew that look in her eyes, and knew it meant trouble for Yama and me. Still I gave her a quizzical look. "What are you planning, Stalker?"
"Shut up, Queer, and listen. You want a chance to prove that Yamato swings that way, then how about a bet?", she sneered, her tone bitter with resentment. This is the last time I waited with her for Yamato to finish his band practice to walk with him home. From now on, I'll show up just as it ends so I can avoid Ms. PMS. " This way one of us gets what we want. Namely, Yamato."
"What kid of bet?"
"Well, each of us asks Yamato over…different days so he's not stretched, and then you can put your moves on him, and I'll do the same. Just don't go too far the first few times, okay? Anyway, we just take it from there.", she explained, tossing her hair over her shoulder as if she were a queen talking down to one of her many servants. "First one to lay him wins, can you handle that, Yagami?"
"Sorry, but I don't trust you. What if you come up to me in school one day and say that you have, but you haven't? There has to be proof."
"Fine. You bed him, you video tape it. Is it a bet?"
I wanted Yamato didn't I? "Okay, Bitch, you're on!"
"Hey, guys, what's up? Thanks for waiting for me.", Yamato told us as he came out a minute later with his guitar case over his shoulder. He smiled sweetly, and I almost let my knees go week, but then Sora attached herself to his arm, going on about how she could supposedly hear the band playing inside and how great they sounded. My teeth grit and I made myself a promise: I would not let her win.
To be continued:
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