Disclaimer: I do not own Code lyoko!
Ulrich's POV
"Guys, I'm worried about Yumi," I said.
Everyone except for Yumi, who was serving a detention for being absent for 3 days in a week (thanks to XANA) was in Jeremy's room, talking about Lyoko and the stunts Theo pulled. So far, Theo hadn't tried to do anything except to try to keep Yumi away from us.
"I think we should be around Yumi more, and try to prevent Theo from getting Yumi in private. We should do what we did last time. It seemed to work pretty well."
Jeremy suggested.
"I sort of agree with Jeremy, but Theo will surely figure out what we're doing and hurt Yumi even more!" Aelita said.
"Well, I can't think of any solutions on an empty stomach! Lets get go for dinner! BONZEYE!" yelled Odd, running out the door. We could hear a loud thump as Odd dive/leaped down the stairs.
"Della Robbia! Get back here!" we heard Jim yell.
"Well, I'll get something to eat…" I said, my voice trailing off.
"It'll be alright, Ulrich, I just know it." Said Aelita, laying a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks, Aelita. Hey, you or Jeremy going to come down for dinner?" I asked.
"We'll come down later. Jeremy and I are working on improving the skid's energy reserves."
I stepped out and walking slowly, shoving my hands deep into my pockets, a scowl on my face. In the court, I meet Sissi. I brushed past her before she could say "Ulrich, dear"
I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I ran into Yumi, who was on her way out of the library, spilling all her stuff onto the ground.
"Um...uh… S-sorry" I stammered, quickly bending down to help her pick up her stuff.
"It's ok," Yumi said. "It happens all the time."
I could feel a blush creeping up onto my face.
I helped her pick up her stuff when I picked up a photo, which had tumbled out of a binder. It was a Christmas picture of Yumi and me, kissing. Odd had crept up on us and snapped that shot. I wasn't able to delete the photo because Odd had stashed his camera.
"Um… can I have that back? " Yumi asked blushing a little at the photograph/
"Oh, ya, sorry," I said awkwardly and resumed picking up her stuff. Why did she have that picture still? Does that mean she likes me? Does she love me? Or did I just ruin our relationship, by staring at that photo? Endless thoughts tumbled through my mind, as I finished picking up her stuff, heading off for dinner, me and Yumi side by side, not noticing her hand, slipping into mine.
A dark, angry pair of eyes followed our progress to the cafeteria, trembling in anger, never blinking.
