About A Girl
I
Ren sighed as he stared into the half-empty beer bottle he held gingerly between his thumb and index fingers.
Half-empty.
He had never considered himself a glass half-full kinda guy... but after last night...
Closing his tired brown eyes in misery, Ren took a swig from the bottle and chucked it at the wall opposite where it shattered with a loud crash, glass flying everywhere. Opening his eyes, he watched in fascination as the golden coloured drink splattered across the creamy papering that layered the walls of his bland apartment.
Bland.
He never thought he was bland either; but Kyoko sure showed him! Running off with Fuwa fucking Sho! What was she thinking!
Kyoko never thinks though, does she? Ren thought bitterly as he threw himself down onto his king-size bed- the bed he had never gotten to share. He still didn't know why Kyoko had left him, that was the one thing that really got to him. Even is she'd had the decency to tell him why, tell him what he had done wrong; that would have been better than nothing.
But no, she had forced him to watch as she shoved her drunken tongue down Fuwa's throat. It was always him. Fuwa would always be her priority.
Hell, Ren probably didn't even fall on the spectrum!
As Ren lay there, on his wide, lonely bed, with a dreadful hangover, he realised just how far he had fallen. Kyoko had ensnared him in a trap with her pretty amber eyes and look at him now.
I'm Tsuruga Ren! I shouldn't have to deal with this crap!
So with a broken heart and a broken smile, Tsuruga Ren headed off into the night to find some generic girl who would be honoured to share his bed with him.
Who needs Kyoko when he could have any girl in the country?
A/N- I am soooo sorry! I was struck with a cold shortly after I posted the prologue and couldn't face the computer. I'm still sick, so this is considerably shorter than it was going to be but I felt bad.
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