Catherine : New chapter! Finally I was able to finish this story...
Ikuto : You're an lazy author. I'm telling you this because it's true.
Catherine : Sorry! I'm trying to figure what should I write... First there was the messed up phone call then I thought it was too soon and it'll spoil all the thing I've been planning. So, gone brilliant ideas and came horrible ideas.
Ikuto : LAZY. L-A-Z-Y.
Catherine : Shut it. I came up with a good idea and I write this chapter straightaway. I'm using the term 'good' because I knew this was awful. So,please forgive me...
Ikuto : Not forgiven.
Catherine : It's a good thing I'm patient or else you'll be sorry. Anyways, please review and tell me what you think! Sorry for this chapter, this is a HUGE dissapointment. Enjoy :)
Chapter Two : Drunken Phone Call and Work
Nagihiko? He's there. Sitting across the room with his long purple locks and big brown eyes. Uh no. This is not gonna be good. I looked at Amu and asked, "What is he doing here?"
"How should I know?"Amu asked back.
"This is bad," I said.
"Stay strong, Rima," Amu encouraged, "Don't think about it. Just eat your food or anything."
I followed Amu's advice. She's pretty helpful when it comes to this kind of situation. I ate my food and seems like everyone is doing the same thing. Okay, this is going well.
"Hey, Utau," Kukai said and Utau looked at him, "The last one finished eating this ramen gets a punishment."
"Deal," Utau agreed with a grin.
The two began to eat quickly. I'm surprised how they can eat that huge amount of ramen. The competition was tight. The first second, Utau put down her chopstick next to the ramen bowl.
"Done," Utau smirked in victory.
"How the hell did you do that?" Ikuto asked.
"Easy, she has a blackhole in her stomach," Kukai replied as he put down his chopstick.
"You're slow, kid," Utau said.
"Say 'kid' one more time," Kukai demanded.
"No," Utau replied.
"What's the punishment?" Kukai asked.
"Cook me dinner," Utau replied, "Tonight. My place."
"I can't cook, Utau," Kukai reminded, "Remember the barbecue incident?"
"I don't care," Utau replied, "Cook for me. Tonight. My place. No exceptions."
Kukai is muttering about take out food. God, he's an idiot. He's not muttering, he's talking to himself in a low volume. Anybody in this booth could hear him.
"No take out food," Utau said.
"Damn it!" Kukai cursed out.
As I took the last spoon of the hot carrot soup, my stomach is in pain. Damn it. I have a stomachache. There's must be something in this soup that trigger the stomachache. I wonder if anybody got a stomachache.
"Anybody got a stomachache?" I asked.
"No."
Wow, such a simple word coming out of my friends mouth. I was expecting something like, "Are you okay?" but all I get was "No." Sad, I know.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I said as I stand up and make the way towards the bathroom and I accidentally bumped into a person.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," I apologized as I looked up to see a pair of brown eyes.
"It's okay- Rima?"
Damn it. Okay, this is not good. I shouldn't panic and just answer this calmly.
"Nagihiko, how are you?" I asked.
"I'm okay, what about you?" Nagihiko asked back.
"I'm great," I replied, trying to seemed like I'm okay even though I'm not.
"Awesome," Nagihiko commented.
Awkward. I need to get to the bathroom right now, but my body won't move. It betrayed me by just standing there. I need to break the silence.
"So," I started.
"Yeah," Nagihiko replied.
"I heard you're engaged," I said and I mentally slapped myself for bringing up that topic. Out of all topics that we can talk about without making this awkward, I brought up the one topic that make this 10 times more awkward.
"Yeah," he replied with a smile.
"Who's the lucky girl?" I asked as I force myself to smile.
"Oh, my dance partner in Europe," he replied.
"Oh, wow. Congratulation," I said as I make my way to the restroom.
"Hey, you want to get a cup of coffee sometimes?" he asked and I stopped my steps.
"Yeah," I agreed, "That'd be great."
Shoot. What's wrong with me? I could never move on with life if I hang out with him. After I went to the bathroom, I go back to the booth. Amu looked at me as she asked, "You didn't bumped into him, did you?"
"Sadly, yes," I replied.
"And?"
"He asked me if I want to get a cup of coffee sometimes," I explained.
"And you said?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Rima, you already failed," Amu sighed.
"I couldn't say no," I answered, "I can move on."
"Fine," Amu replied, "But don't get too attached with him."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said.
I'm one hundred percent sure that I can move on. Amu worries too much, she's like a mother. She got that motherly side since high school. It's a good thing though. Since Utau's the one who suggested to eat at the place, she pays for everything. We all decided to split up since everyone have their own places. Well, not me and Amu though. Amu's building is just a few blocks away from mine. Finally, I don't have to walk home alone. Usually he would walk me home, but instead he mailed back my things a few months ago.
Stop it, dammit! I thought as I pull the coat's hoodie over my head. Amu looked at me and she said, "You know, I bumped into Nagi when you were talking to Utau."
"And?"
"He seemed upset," Amu replied.
"When I saw him, he was happy," I said.
"Weird," Amu answered, "Anywho, looks like you reached your stop..."
"Yeah," I said, "See you later."
"Goodbye," Amu said, "Call me when you have the time."
"I will," I replied as I went inside the tall building.
I went inside the elevator and pressed the button '13'. The elevator went up and when it stopped, it dinged. I walked out and strode down the hallway. I arrived at the loft '313', to be exact this is my loft. I opened the door and was greeted by Buttercup's bark along with soft meowing from the kitchen. I closed the door behind me and petted the small corgi. I went to the living room and dropped my bags on the sofa. I take off my coat, revealing a white turtleneck sweater and hang it on the coat hanger. I slumped down the seat and Sheila hopped into my lap as I stroked her. She let out a purr and I smiled. I turn on the TV and watched it until it was like 07:30 p.m. and I got bored so I randomly pressed the buttons. It was the gossip channel. I was about to grab the bowl of popcorn when suddenly the TV anchor tells a news that broke my heart into millions of pieces.
"Fujisaki Nagihiko, the world's well known dancer is engaged to the dancing world's sweetheart, Annabelle Mills. Anna confirmed the news on an interview with 'FRIDAY' magazine, stating that he did propose. Nobody knows how he proposed because Anna didn't want to tell. Nagihiko didn't comment on anything related to the news, but now we know that the Japanese heartthrob is no longer available."
Thank you, TV. I don't need this to remind me. I'm stressed. I went to the kitchen, grabbed bottles of wine and went back to the sofa and I opened the bottle and chugged it down, not even bothering to pour a glass. After drinking a few more bottles, I have no idea what I'm doing. I grabbed my phone, dialed God-knows-who's number and started to talk like a drunk girl.
"HEY! I just saw a news of you and Anna! What a happy couple! I'm so happy for you both!" I slurred as I throw a bottle over my shoulder and it crashes to the ground.
"No, I'm not happy!" I continued, "I'm pissed. You're living out my dreams with another girl! I'm still in love with you!"
Shit. I'm drunk as hell. This will not end well. I should've never drinked that much!
"You should be proposing to me~" I continued, "I'm gonna kill you. I'm going to drive to your loft. Put your stupid face on a deep dish pizza and eat it. And when I have just stab you, I'm going to say, 'This just in' because the knife is stuck in your body! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Finish with that," I said as I throw another bottle over my shoulder. And God-knows-what I've been talking about over the phone. All I know after this is everything was black.
{Time Skip}
My eyes fluttered open, my phone alarm screeched out its awful pattern of tone. I groaned as I rubbed my head and looked around the living room. Okay, I passed out on the couch with the TV on and I called someone last night over the phone- Damn it. I quickly checked the call log and I saw his name. On the call log.
Fujisaki Nagihiko
10 October 2013/07:40 p.m.
What did I just say to him? My drunk mind can't be trusted. I have just woke up with one hell of hangover and here I am, looking at the call log of my phone on 09:30 a.m. and I'm being more curious about what I have just said. I checked the voice mail outbox and I see the last thing I want to see. I send him some voice mails. What the heck? Oh no. I looked and I realized that I needed to go to work. There you have it. Today is my walk of shame. I rushed upstairs and went to the bathroom, I take a hot shower and quickly get dressed in an ivory tie scarf button-down shirt and grey pencil skirt. My hair is a mess so I decided to blow-dry my hair and I heat up my straightening iron. When it's finally heating up, I began to straighten every strands of my hair, leaving it poker straight. I sweep my bangs to the side and I began to pull my hair into a casual messy bun. I packed my leather sling bag and puts on my gray sneakers. I grabbed a grey blazer and a light weight semi-sheer zigzag pattern scarf in orange, brown, and purple then went downstairs. I made myself some breakfast, an easy bacon and scrambled egg with a glass of milk. I quickly eat my food and drink my milk. After I finished, I clean the broken bottle on the floor and throw it into the trash can.
I feed my pets and then I put on my grey blazer and wrapped my scarf around my neck. I went out of the loft and locked it. I went inside the elevator and went down to the lobby. After that, I walked to work. Being a business woman on a big office is hard. I got my own office and I work hard. Sure, my co-workers were 'lovely' to me, but at least I only work until the afternoon. The walk was only 30 minutes and as soon as I arrive there, I walk pass through the lobby to the elevator and greeted the people I meet. As the elevator's door closes, I'm looking indolent and slothful, seeing the people surrounding me in the elevator. As the elevator reaches the thirteenth floor, people surrounding me start to exit, nudging me along the way. Then I walked in the office and sluggishly sits at my office desk while a man disturbs me by creating a paper airplane and threw it at my desk. I have been given a task to copy an articel that my boss gave me and I walk around the office to use the office's printer which is first out of paper, second out of toner, and then third disappears altogether.
This is going to be a long day of work.
Catherine : There! I think I could've done things better.
Ikuto : Really?
Amu : Ikuto, stop being so mean.
Ikuto : What? Babe, I was born this way.
Catherine : Uh, no. Okay, anyways, press the review button! I'm thankful for your review! Sorry for all the imperfections.
