I saw him walking past, goofing off with his friends. He hadn't noticed me, and I pressed my back closer to my locker.
"Amu-chi?" Yaya whined in my ear, and started to wave her hand in my face.
"I'm fine." I told my best friend, and that started off her yapping.
She began to tell me about a kind, blond haired boy that she had in her class. He was the same age as me.
I had tutored Yaya until she could skip a grade, because being each other's only friends, we did not want to be seperated in high school.
"So, Ikuto Tsukiyomi has still caught your eye." Yaya giggled.
I rolled my eyes at my best friend.
"Not." I growled at her, putting a lid on my own feelings.
"You so do!" Squealed Yaya.
I hadn't ever told Yaya about my feelings, and I never confirmed them when she asked. Yaya knew, because she seemed to be an expert at all things relating to teenage girls' emotions.
"He is so hot!" Yaya squealed, making me hit her once I realized that she was describing Ikuto.
My whole day seemed to be Ikuto free, which meant no bullying! It was nice not to be humiliated and embarrassed. I think the whole reason that I hadn't ended my life was, because I loved the sadistic man. Damn him for stealing my heart.
Just when I thought that I was in the clear, and had fought tooth and nail against the crushing disappointment, he showed up.
He shoved me against a locker with enough force to give me a headache, then he walked away.
I was used to this treatment, so I headed to the nurse's office to get my head checked out. Yaya tagged along, because she was scared that I was about to die. (Her words, not mine.)
Turns out that my head was fine, and all I got was a bruise, and some Tylenol.
She had asked me, "What happened?"
I lied, and told her that, "I fell against my locker."
She let me leave with a sigh, and a 'suggestion' to see my guidance counselor.
I was not interested in going in to 'her' office, it was were all the depressed losers went. (I may be a loser, but I'm not depressed.)