"What?!" I gaped at him.

No way. This couldn't be possible. Nuh-uh, no way. He couldn't be asking me out on a date. That was impossible. A guy and I don't go in the same sentence. I'm practically invisible to the opposite sex (except for a few people, okay?). At school, not at home. If Google Earth was a guy, they wouldn't be able to find me even if I was dressed up as a ten-storey building.

And…I'm pretty sure he has this grudge against me. In sixth grade, I accidentally spilt my water all over him. He was pissed. He told the teacher, and then I was sent outside the class. Since then, he's been giving me stares and fierce glares. Why would he ask me out on a date if he keeps sending me glares?

"Go out with – "

"I know, I heard you, Eucliffe, I meant…why?!"

He smirked, "Why? 'Cause you're interesting."

Interesting? Really? How is that an answer? Hm…I think he wants something from me. What does he want though? Homework? Lucy or Levy's number? Tutoring?

I sighed, and crossed my arms, staring at him suspiciously, "What do you want, Eucliffe?"

"What do I want? A date from you, of course."

"No, Eucliffe, you don't. Tell me what you've really come here for. Homework? Tutoring? Lucy or Levy's number?"

Sting looked at me weirdly, "What? No! Why would I want homework or tutoring? I have A's and B's in all my classes. And why would I want Lucy or Levy's number?"

I rolled my eyes, "I dunno…maybe because you're a huge flirt?"

"How am I a flirt?" What the hell – I can't believe him!

"Eucliffe, just get to the point already! What have you really come for?!"

"But, you're the one who's – !"

"Eucliffe."

"Yes! I just wanted a date with you!"

I glared at him, "I don't believe you."

"What can I do about that?! I'm just asking you on a date!"

I huffed, "You're testing my patience, Eucliffe!"

"But – !"

"Ugh." I turned around and stomped away.

"You seem irritated," Levy remarked, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Aren't you excited for today's karaoke?"

I shook my head, "That's not it. I am excited. Just…"

"Just what?" Lucy asked curiously. "You know, you can tell us if something's bothering you. We're friends."

I bit my lip, "…someone asked me out on a date today."

They grew silent, and I looked at them. They were gaping at me. I looked down again, blushing.

Suddenly, Lucy squealed, "Oh, my God, that's amazing!"

People looked at us, curious from the sudden squeal. I blushed, and covered her mouth, motioning for her to tone it down. "Whisper!"

"Okay," she said, her voice low. I turned around and glared at everyone who was staring, "Mind your own business! Nothing to see here!" They hurriedly back to their own businesses, and I turned back to Lucy and Levy.

"So, who asked you?" Levy questioned.

"Sting Eucliffe," I whispered softly.

"WHAT?"

"SHHHH!" I hissed at both of them. "Didn't I tell you to whisper?"

People looked at us. I glared at them, "What?!" They shivered, and shook their heads, returning back to their own business. I turned to Lucy and Levy, who were staring open-mouthed at me. Levy was the first to regain her composure. "Are you serious?" she muttered.

I nodded, "Yeah…"

"What did you say?" she asked.

"Oh, God, please don't tell me you rejected him," Lucy prayed. I sighed sheepishly, "Uh…well…I did…kind of."

"What?!" she stared at me with disbelief.

"Kind of," I emphasised, glaring at her.

"'Kind of' how?" Levy asked.

"Uh…I asked him why did he ask me out."

"Well, what'd he say?" Lucy questioned curiously.

"He said I was…interesting."

"Interesting…well, that's interesting," Levy remarked. Lucy giggled. I rolled my eyes, "Be serious, guys. What type of compliment is interesting?"

"Jellal thinks Erza's interesting," Lucy informed. I huffed, "Yeah, but he also thinks she's kind and pretty!"

"So…you turned him down because he called you interesting?" Levy inquired. I glared at her, and shook my head, "No! Of course not, dammit! That's such a stupid reason! And you didn't even listen to me."

"Go on, then," Lucy sighed, motioning for me to continue.

"Yeah, so, well…so then I asked him what he wanted from me – 'cause boys only talk to me if they want homework, tutoring or your numbers from me. He said that he wanted to have a date with me. I didn't believe him, so I stomped off. See…kind of. I kind of rejected him."

"That isn't 'kind of' rejection, Akane," Levy snickered. "That's just plain rejection."

"Then what's 'kind of' rejection?" I grumbled, glaring at her.

"There is no 'kind of' rejection," Lucy snorted. "Damn…you should have said yes. We would've enjoyed dressing you up." I huffed, "That makes me want to say no even more."

Levy sighed forlornly, "You've already indirectly said no…I doubt he'd ask you again."

"Akane's gonna stay single forever…" What the hell?

"…and when you're an old woman, unmarried and lonely, you'll be regretting this decision and you'll finally suicide due to the – " IDIOTS!

"OKAY, SHUT UP!" I yelled, tired of their comments about me. "That's enough! I won't suicide due to the loneliness!"

People immediately started whispering, looking at me pityingly.

"Oh, my God, she's gonna suicide because she's lonely…"

"Damn, I feel sorry for her…"

"Ugh…she's such an attention seeker."

"It's settled, I'm gonna become her friend."

DAMN YOU, LUCY AND LEVY!

I stood up, slamming my hands on the table, making Lucy's book fall to the ground. I glared around at everybody as they stared at me. "MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, YOU GOSSIP-WHORES!" I yelled angrily. "Would you stop eavesdropping?! It's an invasion of privacy!" Everyone grew silent, and kept on staring at me.

"STOP STARING!"

They turned to their own businesses. I sat back down at my table, and death-glared at Lucy and Levy, who had tears of laughter streaming down their cheeks as they laughed silently. Ugh. I seriously hate Lucy and Levy now.

"Uchida." I turned around, seeing the guy who was causing all the teasing from Lucy and Levy.

"What?!" I cried exasperatedly. "Have you come to be my 'friend' too, cause I'm 'suicidal', according to the rumors?"

Sting snickered, "Rumors? Why would I believe that? I just want a date with you." THIS AGAIN?

"This again?"

"Yeah. I'm not gonna stop until you say yes." UGH.

Well…one date will do, I guess…to get him to stop pestering me.

"Fine. I'll go on a date with you. Just one, though."

"Really? That's great!" his face immediately brightened up.

"W-W-Whatever. When, where and what time?" I stammered, blushing.

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up from your house at five thirty pm?"

"Uh…okay…where are we going?"

"Secret!" he smirked, before walking off. I stared after him, my cheeks warm for no apparent reason.

Reviews are appreciated.