hey guys. Sorry it's been a millennium since I've updated ANYTHING. I'm just a lazy fart bucket. XD Plus, this story is super lame.

I stood there in the gym for almost ten minutes. What was this? Why were tears dripping down my red cheeks? Why wouldn't my heart stop pounding? Why couldn't I stifle the sobs that left my lips? Why do I like him so much?

I frowned and attempted to bite back a sob but failed at doing so, letting the sad noise tumble from my mouth.

"He didn't care…. He didn't care at all…" I felt heart broken.

"Chisato?" I heard a familiar voice whisper. I looked up at my tall friend, Haruka, who was clad in her volley ball uniform; I had completely forgotten that the volley ball game was today.

"Oh, Haruka…" I whispered, and threw myself into the taller girl's arms.

Why did it hurt to know that Kiriyama didn't care about my feelings? Although, I knew I had to accept the fact that Kiriyama didn't seem to HAVE feelings, but why? Why didn't he say a single damn word?

That night, after explaining to Yukie what had happened earlier, her and Haruka had gathered the usual group of our close friends, the group consisting of, Satomi, Haruka, Yuka, Yukie, myself, Mayumi, and Fumiyo. We all met up at Yukie's place, and seeing that it was Saturday, we wouldn't have school the fallowing day, so we planned a sleepover.

"So, explain what had happened. We want all the detail." Yuka smiled mischievously as she popped a chocolate covered popcorn into her mouth. The 7 of us had gathered around a tray of sweets and snacks on Yukie's rather large bed. I felt overwhelmed in ways, but trusted my friends very well.

They all had the right to know.

But before I could speak, Fumiyo said after she swallowed a potato chip, "Chi, we didn't even know that you liked Kiriyama."

I budged a smile and felt my face get red, "Uh, yeah, I--.."

"Ya Chi, why didn't you ever tell us!" Yuka exclaimed.

"Well, You see, about that…"

"Damn Chi, what about Mimura?"

I sighed heavily as the girls continued to pelt me with all sorts of questions, and finally, Satomi said over the voices, "Okay, okay, let's let Chisato speak." Everyone glanced at Satomi and smiled nimbly at me. "Sorry, Chi."
I smiled at my friends, and replied, "It's okay."

And with that, I told them everything about my crush on Kiriyama, starting with the simple eye contact to the scene in the gym.

"Wow. So that's why you got so upset when we started talking about Kiriyama." Satomi

commented, sipping on her hot chocolate. "Well, ya… I'm sorry about that."

Yukie smiled warmly and put a loving hand on her friend's shoulder, "It's fine, Chi. We understand." I returned the smile, and my friends and I continued to babble on about other useless things.

I yawned and stretched my arms over my head as I waited for first period to start, chatting uselessly to Haruka, who sat on my desk, looking down at me.

The rest of the weekend passed with ease, most of which I was surrounded with my close friends. I tried to keep Kiriyama in the back of my mind, and focused on more important things, such as homework, and as much as I willed for it not to happen, it did.

School. I was currently chatting happily with my taller friend Haruka, who blabbered on and on about the recent basketball game.

"—and Shuya practically flew towards the basket and…" Haruka's playful grin dispersed quickly from her face as her eyes trailed upwards to look over my head, her face immediately becoming a petal pink shade. My eyebrows arched upwards into a perplexed position, and I turned to be greeted by Mr. Perfect himself.

"Oh, Hello Mimura." I found that the words rolled easily off of my tongue, lacking the usual stutter and blush, but it wasn't in a rude tone. It was friendly, with a small sweet smile added in.

Mimura smirked in reply and said, his voice calm, and easily composed, though somewhat hushed, "So you and Kiriyama have a thing?" I felt my entire face burst into about 30 shades of red and pink and I shook my head, standing quickly, causing my books to topple over.

"Eek!" I cried as I tripped over Akamatsu's Desk's leg and fell flat on my bottom.

Who knew linoleum hurt so badly?

Wait, the embarrassment doesn't stop there.

Akamatsu's books fell over on top of my head and my lap, and before my hands were able to reach up to shield my head, the final book, being his hardcover thesaurus, hit me square on my head.

I wouldn't be surprised if my ears were steaming.

Haruka was doubled over laughing, along with the other few people that occupied their desks. Thank, GOD there's hardly anyone in here yet!! My eyes filled with tears nonetheless, and my nose already felt stuffed. Mimura's face looked stunned and he quickly paced towards me, holding out a long strong hand for me to grab, "Jesus Christ, sorry about that. Didn't think you'd spaz out so bad." He took my small fragile hand and hefted me up as I rubbed my head tentatively with my other hand.

"S'okay, I guess…" I mumbled looking up at him, my face still like a tomato.

He grinned his playboy grin and repeated, "Well? Do you and Kiriyama have a thing?"

Seeing that I was much more prepared this time, alls I did was get redder and my heart sped up by about 50%. (If you have yet to have noticed, I'm a terrible romantic, and very boy crazy)
"No, we don't." I snubbed with a slight barb. Though, not too mean. Mimura nodded and pursed his lips, "You sure about that?" I rolled my eyes and glared at him, "I'm positive, now WHY are you asking me these stupid questions?" Mimura smirked again and leaned in, so his voice was only audible to me, "Someone told me they saw you two sucking face in the gym." I felt my heart hop up into my throat and any trace of blood in my face drained from it. "You, you… no, wait… what?" I hardly stuttered back, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. "NO!" I burst suddenly. A few of my classmates turned to see what the fuss was about, but after they noticed it was nothing, returned to whatever they were doing. Mim scowled and put a lip to his finger, "Jeez, not too loud, alright? I'm right here, and I'm not deaf." I blushed slightly and nodded, budging a small smile, letting my hand drop from my mouth, "Uh, right… sorry."

Mimura smiled and replied, "No problem. Anyways, what had happened in the gym if you two weren't getting it on? Were you two even in there?" I blushed a bit more profusely at that and sighed sharply. "Well, it's kind of a long story…"

"I've got time."

I smiled shyly at his remark and shrugged, "Well, it's… I don't know. I kind of don't want to talk about it." Mimura nodded in understanding and straightened up, "I see. Well, it may not seem like it, but I can listen when it counts. So if you ever really need to talk to someone, I wouldn't mind listening." He offered, giving me a final smirk before joining Shuya and Yutaka at Hiroki's desk.

I watched him and sighed heavily turning to see Yukie, Yuka, Haruka, and the rest of my friends all staring at me, looks of shock on each of their faces. I grinned meekly and rubbed the back of my head as I approached them slowly, just waiting for the outburst…

"CHI, What was THAT about?!"

"You just had a conversation with MIMURA!"

"No way Chi, you've got to be like, the luckiest girl alive!"

"But Chi, don't you like Kiriyama?"

"Oh, screw Kazuo, Mimura is totally better, Go for it Chi!"

" held up my hands in surrender and they all shut up, leaning in to hear what I had to say.

"Someone saw us in the Gym together, and thought we were making out."

Everyone gasped in unison.

"Oh god! That's terrible!" Haruka whispered.

"And knowing the kids in this school, that kind of gossip is going to spread like wild fire." Satomi added, her eyebrows high.

"And what if Kiriyama hears about it? You think he'd get mad?" Yuka asked me, a look of excitement on her face. I shrugged and grimaced at the thought, "I really hope not…"

Yukie patted my shoulder reassuringly and gave me a sweet Yukie smile, "Don't worry about it, sweetie. I'm sure everything will be fine." I sighed again, and smiled back, "Ya, I'm sure it will."

Psh, like hell it will.

Ugh. UGH UGH UGH. Now I MUST continue because I have many ideas for this story.